The blade streaked across the ice and snow, and there was a vast color between the eyes. The sky just lit up, and the wind and snow in front of me were all stirring and spiraling.

With a pounce, mixed with countless sounds around, blood and viscous breath came to the face. Someone beside him thrust with a spear, and the arrows of his companions behind him shot out, and the bowstrings trembled. Mao Yishan widened his eyes and looked at the tall Northeastern man in front of him with blood. From his ribs to his chest, thick blood was splashing out from there, splashing his face, and some even rushed into his mouth, making it hot.

Xia Village.

Half an hour after the battle began, a soldier named Mao Yishan killed the enemy for the first time in his life.

It was a few years ago that he joined the army. He joined the army, received a salary, and welcomed Shangguan, and occasionally trained. In the past few years, the Wu Dynasty has not been peaceful. He occasionally went out, but he did not encounter a chance to kill people. When the Jurchens came, he was wrapped in the military formation. As he was killed and fled, he fled. On the night of blood and fire burning, he also saw his companions being chopped to the ground and blood flowed into a river, but he never killed anyone.

That's nothing, he is just a person who receives salary and food. Above the battle formation, there are crowds of people, and outside the battle formation, there are also crowds of people. No one pays attention to him, no one has any expectations for him, and he can kill or not, and he will still be defeated when he is about to be defeated. Even if he is killed, no one will care about him.

Until he came to Xia Village, for some reason, everyone was defeated, gathered together and kept warm. He heard them tell stories of this and that, saying that those very powerful people, generals, heroes, etc. He followed the food and training. He didn't have much anticipation in his heart, but he vaguely felt that it would be great if he could kill two people for so long.

Originally, he thought about walking away from here. The village was too biased, and they actually wanted to fight with the Jurchens. But in the end, they stayed, mainly because they had something to do every day, they went to train after dinner, shovel the snow after training, and everyone would gather together to talk at night. Sometimes laughing, sometimes it made people want to cry, and gradually they got to know a few people around him. If he was in other places, after such a defeat, he could only find a Shangguan who he didn't know. He looked for a few fellow villagers who spoke and accent, and when he was leading the military, he rushed over. When he was fine, everyone could only hide in the tent to keep warm. No one in the army would really pay attention to him. After such a big defeat, he would probably not even be able to train.

Relatively speaking, he prefers the atmosphere in Xia Village, at least knows what he is going to do next, even because he is very hardworking in shoveling snow. Several Shangguan, who has a high status, talked about him one day: "This guy is willing to do things and has the strength to do things." This is what his Shangguan said, and then several other officials with higher status nodded, and one of the younger officials patted his shoulder: "Don't be tired, brother."

How could it be exhausted...

Then he heard that those powerful people went out to fight with the Jurchens, and then the news came that they had won. When these people came back, the most powerful scholar in Xia Village came on stage to speak. He felt that he didn't understand much, but the time for killing people was up. His hands trembled for half a night, looking forward to it, but he didn't know if he could kill one or two enemies - if he was not injured. The next morning, the resentful army launched an attack. He was in the middle of the front line and waited behind the wooden house, while the archers were still a little behind.

The resentful army rushed up. In front of him was the wooden exterior wall that was more than 100 feet long on the east side of Xia Village. The shouts of killing were boiling, and the bloody smell came into his nose. I don’t know when it was dawn. His commander held the knife and said, “Let’s get on!” He carried the knife and turned out of the wooden house, and the wind and snow separated in front of him.

He and the soldiers around him rushed to the wooden wall ahead as fast as possible. The bloody smell became stronger and stronger. The figures flashed on the wooden wall. His commander rushed forward with a hurried horse. He seemed to have killed an enemy in the wind and snow. When he was about to rush forward, the soldier who was originally fighting on the wall of the camp suddenly fell down, but he was hit by an arrow on his body. Mao Yishan held him and asked him to come down, and the people around him had already rushed up.

The man was shot in the shoulder when he leaned out and killed someone. Mao Yishan was a little confused, but then he carried him up and ran back. When he rushed back and ran to the wall, he just cut off and threw a rope. He had not met the enemy for a long time. So until he was a little discouraged, someone suddenly climbed over the wall and came over. Mao Yishan was still hiding behind the wall. He subconsciously waved a knife and pounced on his head and face. He was stunned for a moment, and then he knew that he had killed someone.

He was actually familiar with the bloody breath, and the fact that he could only kill the enemy with his own hands made him slightly stunned. But the next moment, his body rushed forward and another knife was slashed out, and the knife slashed in the air. Two spears stabbed out, pierced the man's neck, pierced into the man's chest, and pushed the man out in the air.

The snow mist was flying between his nose, and the figures were intertwined around his vision. Someone jumped into the place where a simple ladder was being placed outside, and a Liaodong man rushed in. Mao Yishan only felt that the whole world was alive, and his mind was full of the scene of the day's defeat. His companion in the barracks, with him, was killed on the ground, and the ground was covered with blood. Some people's abdomen flowed out of their stomachs, and there were even those who were not dead. The man in his thirties and forties cried, "Help, spare your life..." He didn't dare to stop, so he could only run desperately and urinate in his crotch...

He rushed forward suddenly, and slashed from the upper left to the lower right in front of the Liaodong military man's head. With a bang, the other party waved his knife to block it. Mao Yishan was still shouting "Ah--" and the second knife slashed from the upper right, and another bang. He felt that the tiger's mouth was numb. The other party fell without saying a word. Mao Yishan shrank behind the camp wall, knowing that the knife had slashed the other party's head.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." He squatted there, making a low whistle sound, then grabbed a hard rock with a sharp edge behind the female wall, turned around and waved it out. The Junhan who ran up the ladder bowed and avoided. The stone hit the thigh of a runner in the snow behind. The man's body bumped and he picked up a bow and arrow and shot it at this side. Mao Yishan quickly retreated, and the arrow flew through the sky. He was shocked, and grabbed a stone and was about to throw it again. The Junhan on the stairs had already run up several steps and was about to rush over, but he was hit by an arrow on his neck.

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

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

Someone on the battlefield responded: "Leave them all here-"

Several feet away from the wooden wall, a fierce battle was underway. Several vanguards had rushed in, but they were then cut off the contact with the rear by the Wu Chao soldiers who rushed up. Several people shouted. In a crazy fight, one of his hands was cut off and blood was spilled. The man who surrounded and killed him here was also crazy, covered in blood, and was killed with the men who wanted to kill back and tear open the defense line. He shouted: "Don't think about going back when you come! Your father loves you-"

Outside the wooden wall, soldiers of resentful soldiers rushed in.

No matter what kind of siege battles are, as long as you lose the room for tricks, the general strategy is to use strong attacks to break the opponent's defense limit. The combat awareness and will of the resentful soldiers are not weak. At this time, the sky is already dawn. Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren have basically seen the strength of this camp wall and started a real attack. The camp wall is not very high, so there are common situations where the opponent's soldiers sacrifice their lives to climb up and rush in. However, Xia Village did not completely hope for this high camp wall. Behind the camp wall, the defense line is now amazingly thick. There are several teams with high combat power. In order to kill people, they will deliberately let go of their defense and seal the hole when the opponent comes in and eat people.

Mao Yishan hid behind the wall. When a resentful army man rushed up, he stood up and slashed the other party's thigh. The man had already started to fall into the wooden wall, and he waved his hand. Mao Yishan shrank his head, and then buzzed, the sword light flashed over his head, and the enemy whose head was cut across his head flashed through his mind. He thought he had been chopped to the head. Both legs of the resentful army man had been cut by two-thirds, and he screamed on the wall, rolling and slashing.

Mao Yishan felt blood on his head, and when he touched it, he was smashed by the opponent's steel knife. He was about to rush over, but the resentful soldier's steel knife cut in despair made him retreat again. He then grabbed a wooden stick and hit the man's head several times. After the opponent stopped moving, the opponent was already covered with blood. A companion rushed over, fought a knife with a resentful soldier behind him, and then fell to his feet, and his chest was blood red. Mao Yishan turned around and fought with the resentful soldier. His wooden stick had the upper hand and embedded the opponent's steel knife. However, the resentful soldier was tall and kicked Mao Yishan's heart and kicked him away. Mao Yishan couldn't breathe and grabbed his hand desperately, but the resentful soldier had already rushed over with his sword.

On the inside of the camp wall, someone rushed over at high speed, kicked the inner wall, and jumped high. The figure slashed the waist of the resentful man, and Mao Yishan saw blood and internal organs flowing.

The man who saved him climbed up the platform inside the camp wall and fought with the resentful members who rushed over one after another. Mao Yishan felt blood on his hands. He grabbed the knife on the ground - the enemy of the resentful army who was chopped and killed by his legs - got up and was about to speak, but the companion who blocked the Jurchens also got shot an arrow on the shoulder, and then another arrow. Mao Yishan shouted and took over his position.

At this moment, he felt that this was the first time he had come into contact with the battlefield in his life, and the first time he wanted to win so much and wanted to kill the enemy.

In front, soldiers of the resentful army swarmed in, and behind, there were also generals and soldiers who noticed the weakness. He felt the companions coming from beside him, the fierce enemy coming from the front, and suddenly dodged an arrow. The dodging action was almost subconscious, but he actually avoided the direction of the arrow shooting. During the dodging, he did not completely retract into the female wall, but paid attention to the movement ahead at any time.

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

At this time, Mao Yishan felt the air move.

Two feet away from him, inside a higher camp wall than here, fire and air waves suddenly erupted. The camp wall shook for a while, Mao Yishan even saw the snowflakes dispersing and solidified in the air for a moment. In the wind and snow, clear traces swept into the distance. After that, the roaring explosion continued to sound on the snow in the distance. There was a dense place where the resentful army rushed forward. At this moment, dozens of traces formed in the snowflakes, and they were almost connected, and the storm of explosions submerged the crowd.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom-

Snowflakes, air waves, shields, human body, black smoke, white water vapor, and red plasma, all rose in the barrier caused by the explosion, and everyone on the battlefield was stunned for a moment.

Then, the ancient and loud trumpet sounded.

The side door of the camp opened like that.

The heavy cavalry wearing black armor and cloak appeared in the sight of the resentful army. Behind Mao Yishan and others, shield guards and archers flocked to him.

The fight only paused for a moment and then continued.

Soon, the second round of explosion sounded.

The roar and heat wave of the elm cannon are scorching the entire battlefield back and forth...

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When the explosion suddenly rang out, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren felt a little confused.

Since they decided to attack this camp for a strong attack, they have been prepared to experience a tough battle. The other side has built a camp of 20,000 people with more than 4,000 elite soldiers as the skeleton. They have the strength to defend the enemy. However, as long as these five or six weak soldiers cannot be supported by the wall, once the number of dead people increases, they will turn around and affect the morale of more than 4,000 elite soldiers.

It is not impossible to break through, but it has to pay a price.

This is nothing. Even though they played a terrifying role in the Battle of Chaobaihe, they fought among the hungry people in Liaodong. Not willing to fight against the Jurchens at the same time does not mean that they are like officials of the Wu Dynasty. They thought they would not have to pay any price to do anything. They were really desperate, and they had such awareness and strength.

The Changsheng Army has betrayed twice, and it is impossible to betray the third time again. In this case, using the strength at hand to gain credit in front of Zong Wang and gain a place in the future Jurchen court is the only way out. If you figure it out, there is nothing left to say.

They launched their attack in the most orthodox way.

This initial attack is usually used to test the opponent's quality. Just make a feint first and then pile up people. For the wise generals, they can quickly test how strong the opponent's resilience is. Therefore, in the first half of the hour, they were a little restrained, and then they began a targeted and high-intensity attack.

The exterior wall of the entire Xiacun Valley is surrounded by the bank of the Yellow River, hundreds of feet away. Although it took two months to build, it is not easy to build a defense of more than 100 feet high. There are naturally high and low outside the wooden wall. Most places have wooden thorns extending outward to block the attacks of outsiders. But naturally, there are strong and weak, and there are places that are easy to fight, and some places that are difficult to fight.

After an hour of the attack, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren had roughly grasped the defense. They launched a fierce attack of the highest intensity on a section of wooden walls in the east. At this time, more than 800 people had gathered under the city wall. There were warriors of the vanguards and archers mixed with the soldiers on the wooden walls. And behind them, there were chargers constantly coming with shields.

If there were no variables, Zhang and Liu would attack here for a day and simply break through this section of the city defense. With their understanding of the Wu Dynasty's army, this is not an excessive idea. In contrast, the opponent's defense is also firm, which is different from the other broken city defenses of the Wu Dynasty that exchanged life or were tragic and tragic. What was shown in front of them this time was indeed the battle between two equally powerful armies.

Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren knew that the other party had already put their elites into the battle, and only hoped that they could quickly force the other party to the limit after exploring the opponent's bottom line of strength. When the battle reached this level, Liu Shunren was also considering launching a large-scale charge against another section of battalion defense, and then, an accident suddenly occurred.

"firearm……"

"Wu Chao firearm?"

After realizing this concept, there was no time for more doubts to arise. They heard the sound of trumpets coming from the wind and snow, the air trembled, and the ominous meaning was pushing up. What they had accumulated since the beginning of the war, as if the feeling of not fighting against the people of the Wu Dynasty was becoming clear and intense.

"Call the cavalry to respond-"

"No! Retreat! Retreat--"

Just as the moment he saw the Black Armored Heavy Cavalry, the two generals issued different orders almost at the same time-

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Since the Jurchens headed south, the Wu Dynasty army has been defeated in front of the Jurchen army and fleeing has become the norm. These countless battles that have been continuously coming are almost without exception. Even in front of the ever-victorious army, there are very few people who can deal with and resist. In such an atmosphere, an hour after the battle in Xiacun finally broke out, the elm cannon began to hit the markings, and then, it was followed by the heavy cavalry attacks that the young general named Yue Pengju.

In the process of building defense for Xia Village, the forest land far away in the exterior wall has been flattened. Basically, the land of one arrow has been cleared, and half of it has wooden stakes left on half of the land, and the other is not a spacious half. It is truly suitable for the running of war horses.

The elm cannons blasted out from different directions and drew a bullet point about more than meter wide and more than ten meters long in the direction of the resentful army. Due to the limited power of the shells, the people among them were certainly not dead. In fact, there were no fifty or sixty people in the middle. However, when the sound of the cannon stopped, blood, flesh, black and gray, white vapor, and various colors were mixed together. The wounded soldiers had broken limbs, blood and flesh, and blood were blurred, and they screamed wildly... When these things came into the eyes of everyone, the chargers in this area almost stopped involuntarily.

On the side, more than a hundred heavy cavalry rushed down, and in that slightly low-lying place, nearly eight hundred elite soldiers of the resentful army were rising, a forest-like shield was rising.

Some middle-level generals of the resentful army began to charge and block the heavy cavalry, but the explosion sounded again on their charge route. When the order to retreat from the camp came, everything was a little late, and the heavy cavalry was blocking their way.

The last part of the people were still trying to escape back - a few escaped - but then the heavy cavalry had blocked the way like a barrier, and they lined up in two rows. They waved their swords and began to advance towards the camp wall like a meat mill.

The massacre began.

The cavalry of the resentful army did not dare to come over. In such an explosion, a few horses would be shocked when they approached. The long-distance bows and arrows were meaningless to heavy cavalry, but would shoot their own people instead.

In this moment, facing the sudden raid from Xia Village, nearly 800 soldiers outside the wall of the camp to the east seemed to be surrounded by a urn. Among them were many warlike soldiers and middle and lower generals. When the heavy cavalry came over, the general Pu Hai was the highest officer here. He tried to form a gun formation to resist stubbornly, but it was meaningless. On the wall of the camp behind, the archers were descending from a high place and shot the crowd below with arrow rain. Soon after, he was shot and died by arrows.

More people choose their own way and deal with all this in a daze. Some people still try to attack the top, but in the strengthened defense above, it is still a dream to break through the shield wall and the spears and guns behind in a short time.

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

This sudden scene shocked everyone. The soldiers of the resentful army in other directions ran away after receiving the order to retreat. In fact, even in high-intensity battles, there were still not many soldiers shot by bows and arrows in such charges. Most of them rushed under the wooden wall. If they had not rushed into the wall to fight with people in close contact, they would still survive in large numbers - but during this period, the surroundings had become quiet, and only in this depression, the boiling continued for a long time.

For soldiers, that was the most tragic result. They could not go up, could not get down, could not escape, could not surrender.

The soldiers of the resentful army were massacred.

From afar, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren looked at all this - they could only watch. Even if they invested 10,000 people, they could not even keep this heavy cavalry. The other party rushed and killed and went back, and they could only kill and injured more people - the entire Changsheng Army was watching all this. When the last scream disappeared in the wind and snow, the depression, the corpses were spreading on the snow slope, and blood flowed into a river. Then the heavy cavalry dismounted, the shields were placed on the camp wall, and the long row of archers were still aiming at the bodies below to prevent anyone from pretending to be dead.

"Damn it, I'll fuck his ancestor!" Zhang Linghui clenched his fist, and the blue veins swelled up. Looking at all this, his fists were already trembling, "Who is this..."

Before this, they had already dealt with the Wu Dynasty many times. They knew the ugly behavior of the officials and the corruption of the army. It was because of this that they gave up on the Wu Dynasty and surrendered to the Jurchens. Have you ever seen a person who could do such a thing in the Wu Dynasty...

"Cut off their heads and throw them back!" Yue Fei, who was in charge of this attack, gave an order on the wooden wall, and was full of murderous aura. "Next, let them attack on the head!"

He never had mercy on his enemies.

The heavy cavalry cut off the heads and threw them out in the direction of the resentful army. The heads of the people were cut through the air and fell on the snow.

On the foothills further away, someone was watching all this, watching the members of the resentful army being massacred like pigs and dogs, and watching the heads of those people being thrown out one by one, and their bodies were trembling.

...It's so simple.

"Eat!" Ning Yi clapped his hands and said on a lookout in the valley.

This is the beginning of the Battle of Xiacun.

Soon after, the entire valley was boiling for this first victory...

Zhang and Liu temporarily withdrew their troops and created simple siege equipment that could be used to attack the camp as quickly as possible. On the other hand, a scout was passing through the snow field and informing Guo of Pharmacist...
Chapter completed!