Zhui Xu

The blade crossed the ice and snow, and between the fields of vision, a vast color. The sky is only shining, and the wind and snow in front of it are stirring and flying.

A bang, mixed with countless sounds around, **** and sticky breath rushed to the surface, some people with spears on the side of the body, the arrow of the rear companion shot, the bowstring sounded. Mao Yishan's eyes widened and looked at the tall, northeastern man in front of him. He looked like blood from his ribs to his chest. The thick blood was sprayed from there, splashing him, some even I rushed into his mouth, hot.

Summer village.

Half an hour has elapsed since the beginning of the battle. The soldier named Mao Yishan killed the enemy for the first time in his life.

His participation in the army has already been a matter of years. Joining the army, taking a shackle, welcoming the officer, and occasionally training. In the past few years, the Wu dynasty was not peaceful. He occasionally had a move, but he did not encounter the chance of killing, and he was called by the Jurchen. In the night when he killed, fled, and burned with blood and fire, he also saw the scene where his companions were slashed and the blood flowed into the river, but he never killed anyone.

That's nothing, he's just a person who takes food and eats. Above the battlefield, there are many people outside the battlefield. It is also crowded with people. No one cares about him. No one expects him. He will not kill anyone. If he is defeated, he will be defeated. Even if he is killed, he must be no one. Concerned about him.

Until I came to this summer village, I don’t know why, everyone was defeated, surrounded, and warmed up. He listened to stories like these, saying that those who are very powerful, generals, heroes or something. He followed the food, followed the training, and did not expect much in the heart, but felt vaguely. Training for so long, if you can kill two people just fine.

Originally, he also thought about going away from here. This village is too biased. And they actually thought about doing a hard job with the Jurchen. But finally, stayed. Mainly because there is something to do every day. After dinner, I go to training and go to shoveling snow after training. In the evening, everyone will talk together, sometimes laughing, sometimes people want to shed tears, gradually with the surrounding I also know each other. If it is in other places, after such a defeat, he can only find a Shangguan who does not know. Looking for a few fellows with similar accents, when they are in the army, they will be able to hide in the tent and warm up. No one in the army will really care for him. After such a big defeat, even the training will not have .

Relatively speaking, he prefers the atmosphere of Xia Cun, at least knowing what he is going to do next, even because he is very hard in shoveling snow. A few high-ranking Shangguan also talked about him one day: "This guy is willing to be a clerk, and he has the strength to do it." His superiors said this, and then several other higher-ranking officers nodded. One of the younger leaders patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be tired, brother."

How could it be tired...

Then he heard that the powerful people went out to fight with the Jurchens, and then came the news that they actually won. When these people came back, the most powerful scholar in the entire Xia Village came to the stage to speak. He felt that he did not understand too much, but the time of murder came, and his hand trembled for half a night, some expectation. But I don't know if I can kill one or two enemies - if I don't get hurt. The next morning, the people who blamed the army launched an offensive. He is in the middle of the forefront. Always waiting behind the log house, the archer is still a little behind.

The resentful army rushed up. In front, it is a wooden façade with a length of more than 100 feet on the east side of Xia Cun. The sound of shouting is boiling, and the **** breath is introduced into his nose. I don't know when it was, the sky was bright, and his chief took the knife and said: "Let's go!" He took the knife and turned out of the log house, and the snow was separated in front of his eyes.

He and the soldiers around him rushed to the front wooden wall as quickly as possible, and the blood became more and more intense. The figure on the wooden wall flashed. His chief rushed to the top and seemed to kill an enemy in the snow. He When he was about to rush up, the soldier who had been fighting on the camp wall suddenly fell down, but there was an arrow in his body. Mao Yishan held him down and let him down. The people around him had already rushed up.

The man was throwing his body and killing him with an arrow in his shoulder. Mao Yishan’s brain was a little chaotic, but then he picked him up and flew back. When he rushed back, he ran off the wall and just cut it. I came up with a slogan, but it was not a long time with the enemy. So when the heart was a little discouraged, someone suddenly went over the wall and killed it. Mao Yishan was still hiding behind the camp wall. He subconsciously waved a knife and blood rushed to his head. He snorted and then knew. Kill yourself.

He is already familiar with the **** breath. The fact that he killed the enemy with his own hands made him feel a little worried. But the next moment, his body still rushed forward, and it was a knife. The knife was smashed in the air. Two spears were pierced, and one pierced the man’s neck and stabbed it. The man’s chest pushed the man out in the air.

The snow mist whirls around the nose, and the people around the field of vision are intertwined. Only when someone jumps into it, a simple ladder is standing outside, and the Liaodong man "ah--" rushes in. Mao Yishan only felt that the whole world was alive. The scene in his mind was the scene of the fiasco on that day. He was killed on the ground with his companion in a barracks. The earth was full of blood, and some people’s stomachs were from the belly. Flowing out, and even if there is still no death, the 30-year-old man cried "Help, life..." He didn't dare to stop, he could only run desperately, urinating in the crotch...

He rushed up and slammed from the top left to the bottom right in front of the head of Liaodong Junhan. The other side slammed the knife and blocked it. Mao Yishan was still shouting "ah--" The upper right and the lower jaw were awkward. He felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the other party fell silently. Mao Yishan shrank to the back of the camp wall, knowing that the knife opened the other's skull.

"Ha ha ha... hahaha..." He squatted there, his voice whistling in his mouth, and then grabbed a hard, angular stone behind the female wall, and turned and swung it out. The military man who ran up the ladder The body hid in the past, and the stone squatted on the thigh of a runner on the snow in the rear. The man’s body bumped and took the bow and arrow and shot it toward him. Mao Yishan quickly retreated and the arrow flew over the sky. He was shocked. Grab a stone and throw it again. The military man on the stairs has already ran a few steps and is about to rush. There was an arrow in the brush on the neck.

The archer ran past Mao Yishan: "Good job!"

Mao Yishan replied loudly: "Kill and kill well!"

Someone on the battlefield should and: "Leave them all here -"

In addition to the number of wooden walls, a fierce slaughter is going on. Several rebel army strikers had already rushed in, but the Wushou soldiers who had been rushed up cut the connection with the rear. Several people yelled and screamed wildly. One's hand was cut off and blood was scattered. The man who killed the past is also crazy, and he is bloody, and he is killed with the resentful men who want to kill and tear the defensive line. Shouting in the mouth: "If you come, don't think about going back! You hurt you -"

Outside the wooden wall, the resentful soldiers rushed.

No matter what kind of siege war, as long as you lose your arbitrarily, the general strategy is to break the opponent's defensive limit with a strong attack. The blaming soldiers are not weak in fighting consciousness and will. The battle is going to be at this time. Zhang Linghui and Liu Yuren have also basically seen the strengths and weaknesses of this camp wall and started a real storm. The camp wall is not too high, so it is common for the other soldier to climb up and rush into it. However, Xia Cun did not completely hope for this level of the camp wall, behind the camp wall, the current defensive line is very thick. There are several squads with high strength. In order to kill, they will deliberately release the defense. When the other party comes in, they will seal the mouth and eat it.

Mao Yishan hid behind the camp wall, waiting for a resentful man to rush up, stood up and slammed on the other's thigh, the body has begun to fall into the wooden wall, waving is also a knife, Mao Yishan Shrink the head and then lick it. The knife light passed over his head, and his mind flashed through the enemy whose brain was cut. I thought I was cut into my head. The two men’s legs of the resentful army had been cut off by two-thirds, and they screamed and slashed on the battalion wall.

Mao Yishan only felt blood on his head. He wanted to rush over, but the slashing of the steel knife of the resentful soldier made him retreat. Then he grabbed a wooden stick and slammed it on the head and the body. Moved, there is already blood around. A companion rushed over and slashed a knife with a resentful armyman behind him, then his body fell on his feet, his chest was **** red, and Mao Yishan went back and fightd with the rebel soldier. One note, his wooden stick took the upper hand and embedded the other steel knife, but the grievance army was burly and fierce kicked on the heart of Mao Yishan, kicking him out, Mao Yishan I can't get it in one breath, and my hand is desperately caught, but the rebel soldier has already slashed.

On the inside of the camp wall, some people rushed at high speed, squatting on the inner wall, and leaping high. The figure smashed at the waist of the resentful man. Mao Yishan saw the flow of blood and internal organs.

The man who saved him climbed into the platform in the camp wall, and then smothered with the members of the resentful army who had been rushing. Mao Yishan felt blood on his hands and body. He grabbed the knife on the ground. The enemy of the rebel army who had cut his legs and killed him alive - he was getting up and talking, and the companion who blocked the Jurchen came up with an arrow on his shoulder, and then an arrow, Mao Yishan yelled In the past, he replaced his position.

At this moment, he only felt that this was the first time he had touched the battlefield in his life. For the first time, he wanted to win and wanted to kill the enemy.

In front, the resentful soldiers flocked, and at the rear, they also noticed that this weak point would bring a tie. He felt the companion coming from the side, feeling the enemies who were murdered in front of him, and slammed away an arrow. The action of avoiding was almost subconscious, but he actually avoided the direction of the arrow. And in the evasion, he did not completely retract inside the female wall, but always pay attention to the movement in front.

It doesn't matter if I die, I will pull you all down...

At this time, Mao Yishan felt the air swaying.

On the side of his body two feet away, a higher than this side of the camp wall, the fire and the waves suddenly spewed out, the camp wall shook, Mao Yishan even saw the snow scattered, solidified in the air The shape of the moment, in this blizzard, there is a clear trace of the brush sweeping into the distance. After that, the roaring explosion rang continuously on the snow in the distance. There was a dense place where the resentful tidal surges. At this moment, dozens of traces were formed in the snow, they were almost in one piece, and the plundering explosion drowned the crowd.

Booming and banging

Snow, waves, shields, human body, black smoke, white water vapor, red plasma, at this moment. All of them were rising in the barrier that the explosion had set off, and everyone on the battlefield stumbled.

Then, the old and bright horns sounded.

The side door of the camp. It opened like that.

Wearing a black armor and wearing a cloak, the heavy ride appeared in the field of resentment. And in the back of Mao Yishan and others. Shield and archers flocked.

The killing only paused for a moment and then continued.

After a short time, the explosion of the second round rang.

The snoring and heat waves of the eucalyptus guns roast the entire battlefield back and forth...

When the explosion suddenly sounded, Zhang Linghui and Liu Yuren felt a little embarrassed.

From the decision to storm this camp, they have already prepared for a hard battle. The other side has a skeleton of more than 4,000 soldiers and propped up a camp of 20,000 people. To be defensive, there is strength. However, as long as the weak soldiers of this five-five-six are unable to support the wall, once the dead are increased, they will turn back and affect the morale of more than 4,000 soldiers.

Breaking is not impossible, but it costs a price.

This is nothing, even if it plays a less glamorous role in the Chaobai River battle, they are all fighting in the Liaodong hungry. Unwilling to fight with Jurchens does not mean that they are just like Wushou officials. I don't have to pay for what to do. It’s true that there is no way to go, and there is such awareness and strength.

Chang Shengjun has betrayed twice. It is impossible to betray the third time again. Under such circumstances, it is the only way to gain a credit in front of Zongwang with the strength at hand and to gain a place in the future Jurchen Hall. I figured it out, and there is nothing to say about the rest.

They launched the offensive in the most orthodox way.

This initial attack, usually used to test the opponent's color, is the first attack, and then the crowd will go up. For the brilliant generals, it will soon be possible to test out how strong the toughness of the other side is. therefore. At the first half of the hour, they still had some convergence. Next, a targeted high-intensity attack began.

The outer wall of the entire Xia Cun valley is surrounded by the banks of the Yellow River. The outer perimeter of hundreds of feet, although it has been built for two months, it is quite difficult to build a defense of Zhang Yugao. High and low, most places have wooden thorns that extend outwards, blocking the attack of outsiders, but naturally, there are strong and weak, there are places to fight, and there are places that are not good.

When the attack started for an hour, Zhang Linghui and Liu Yuren had mastered the situation of defense. They launched the highest intensity of the attack on a wooden wall in the east. At this time, more than 800 people gathered under the wall and had a striker. The warrior, there is a mix of archers who suppress the soldiers on the wooden wall. And behind, there are also assaulters who are constantly coming up with shields.

If there are no variables, Zhang and Liu will attack the area directly for a day, and they will break through the city defense. With their understanding of the military of the Wu Dynasty, this is not an excessive idea. In contrast, the defense of the other side is also firm. It is different from the life-changing or sorrowful and fierce battles of other ruined city defenses in Wu Dynasty. This time it is in front of them, it is indeed two strengths. The army’s killing.

Zhang Linghui and Liu Yuren knew that the other party had already invested the elite in the battle. They only hoped that they could quickly kill the opponent after they tried to understand the bottom line of the opponent's strength. When the fighting took place to this extent, Liu Yuren was also considering launching a large-scale assault on another section of the camp, and then set off.

"firearm……"

"Wu Chao firearms?"

After a moment of realizing this concept, it was too late to give birth to more doubts. They heard the horn sound coming from the snow, the air trembled, the ominous meaning was pushing up, and it was accumulated since the beginning of the war, as if they were not The feeling of fighting with the Wu Dynasty people is becoming clear and strong.

"Call the cavalry to meet -"

"No! Go back! Rewind -"

Just as I saw the black armor ride, the two generals issued almost different orders at the same time -

Since the Jurchen went south, it has become the norm for the Wu Dynasty army to defeat and flee in front of the Jurchen army. This countless battles have come from almost no exception. Even in the face of the Changsheng Army, there are very few people who can handle and resist. Just in such an atmosphere. One hour after the summer village battle finally broke out, the eucalyptus gun began a scoring attack, followed. It was accepted by a teenager named Yue Pengju, and the heavy cavalry attacked.

In the process of building a defense for Xia Cun. The woodland in the far distance of the outer wall has been flattened. Basically, the land of one arrow has been emptied, and in this one half of the land has wooden stakes, and the other half is not quite spacious, it is really suitable for horses. Running.

The eucalyptus guns blasting from different directions are heading towards the resentful army. A ballpoint with a width of about 10,000 feet and a length of more than ten feet was drawn. Due to the power of the shells, the people of them are certainly not dead. In fact, the sum of them can not reach fifty or sixty people. However, when the guns stop, blood, meat, black ash, white steam, each The colors are mixed together, the broken limbs of the injured soldiers, the flesh and blood of the body, the screams of madness... When these things come into view of everyone. In this place, the assaulter almost stopped involuntarily.

side. More than a hundred heavy rides rushed down, and in the slightly low-lying place, nearly eight hundred resentful soldiers face the wood wall, such as Lin's shield is rising.

Some of the middle-ranking generals of the rebel army began to charge and block the heavy cavalry. However, the explosion sounded again on the route of their assault. When the command to retreat from the big camp came, everything was a little late, and the heavy cavalry was blocking them. Going on the road.

Some of the last party are still trying to flee – several people have escaped – but then the heavy cavalry has blocked the way as a barrier. They lined up in two rows and waved the knife. Start pushing the wall like a meat grinder.

The massacre began.

The cavalry of the resentful army did not dare to come over, in such an explosion. When a few horses approached, they were shocked. The long-distance bows and arrows were meaningless to the heavy cavalry, but they would shoot themselves.

In this moment, facing the sudden raids of Xia Cun, nearly 800 soldiers who were outside the camp wall in the east seemed to be surrounded by a city. There were many warrior soldiers and middle and lower generals among them. When the heavy rides were crushed, these people tried to form a gun battle, but there was no point. On the rear camp wall, the archers were condescending, and the arrows were shot down. crowd.

Some people still try to attack upwards, but in the enhanced defense above, it is still an idiot to dream of breaking through the shield wall and the spear guns in the back.

The crowd trying to flee to both sides was shot by more archers, and some of the rebel soldiers tried to surrender, and they were then crushed by heavy cavalry.

This sudden scene shocked everyone, and the soldiers in other directions ran away after receiving the retreat command - in fact, even in the case of high-intensity battles, soldiers killed by bows and arrows in such charges Still, it’s still not a lot. Most people rushed under the wooden wall. If they don’t rush to the wall to meet with people, they will still survive a lot. But during this time, the surrounding area has become quiet. Only in this place, the boiling lasted for a while.

Resentful soldiers were slaughtered.

Far away, Zhang Linghui and Liu Yuren looked at it all—they could only watch, even if they invested 10,000 people, they couldn’t even keep this heavy ride. The other party would go back and kill, and they could only die. More people - the entire Changsheng army, are watching all of this, when the last screams disappeared in the snow, the smashing, snowy slopes on the slopes, blood flowing into the river. Then the heavy cavalry dismounted, the shield on the camp wall was laid down, and the long row of archers were still aiming at the body below to prevent someone from killing.

"His mother, I **** his ancestors!" Zhang Linghui clenched his fists, the blue veins violently, looked at all this, the fists had shivered, "Who is this..."

Before that, they had already dealt with Wu Dynasty many times. Those officials were ugly, the army was decaying, and they were all clear. Therefore, they would give up the Wu Dynasty and surrender Jurchen. He once saw a person who can do this kind of thing in Wu Dynasty...

"Cut their heads and throw them back!" On the wooden wall, Yue Fei, who was in charge of the attack, gave orders and was murderous. "Next, let them step on the head and attack!"

For the enemy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he is never merciful.

The heavy cavalry cut the head and threw it in the direction of the rebel army. The heads of the people crossed the air and landed on the snow.

On the farther side of the mountain, some people looked at it all. They watched the members of the resentful army being slaughtered like pigs and dogs. They watched the heads of those who were thrown out and shivered.

... is so simple.

"Diet!" On a lookout in the valley, Ning Yi clap his hands and said.

This is the beginning of the battle of Xia Cun.

Soon after, the entire valley boiled for this first victory...

Zhang and Liu temporarily took over the troops and built the simple siege equipment that can be used to attack the camp at the fastest speed. On the other hand, the scouts are passing through the snowfield, and the result of the battle is told to Guo Yao...

...and finished Yan Zongwang. (To be continued)