Chapter 196 Bloody Five Horse Mountain (End) (Broken Bridge)

It is almost impossible to retreat without leaving any traces when you retreat in a windy and snowy day. Not to mention anything else, the footprints on the snow alone will be full of people. Use branches to sweep the snow? Isn’t the trace more obvious, unless there is a heavy snow immediately, all the traces will be covered.

Zhang Rui didn't want to cover up any footprints, he just wanted to cover up the traces of burying mines. These twenty mines were also burdensome, and it was just right for you to chase after them.

In the early morning of the bloody battle, the hunters also suffered considerable casualties, with eleven minor and serious injuries, and five people killed in battle, most of which were injured by the Jin soldiers' arrows. The hunters were not ordinary soldiers. They were all elites selected from the various battalions of the Tianzhu Army, and they received special training for more than two months in the teaching battalion. Anyone placed in the ordinary army was a grassroots non-commissioned officer with a seniority or above. The death of five people this time was a very painful loss. But this was the case. It was impossible not to die without death, nor could it only die of enemies, but not to die of their own people.

According to the Tianzhu Army's combat regulations, the deceased had to remove his equipment and, if he could not save his body, he had to put it in a fire and cremate it; and the injured, regardless of minor or serious injuries, would retreat with the army at all. If he was really unable to move, he would be carried on a stretcher and leave.

Since Zhang Rui has been in the army, he has experienced many great battles. In addition to Wanyan Agu's Hezha Cavalry that day, it is the first time that he encountered such a tenacious and difficult enemy army. He secretly swears in his heart, Wang Bolong, this time you have made you get a bargain, and next time, we will see you again!

As twitching as Zhang Rui, there is Liang Xing and Wang Bolong who are struggling on the snow! This name has extraordinary meaning for him, meaning a bloody hatred and an indelible nightmare.

This time, the enemy was so close and almost within reach. Unfortunately, it was a little short of that shot... Next time, I will never miss it again next time!

Looking down from the top of Tiebiguan, you can see a group of figures that appear and disappear from time to time in the dense forest and snow, moving forward in a row; and one mile away from them, an army of many people was chasing them relentlessly.

When the team at the front was walking to a dangerous path where only one person could walk sideways, the speed was greatly reduced due to the stretcher being carried. The pursuers behind quickly shortened the distance between the two sides.

As he was getting closer, a sudden bang of fire broke out on the snow. The snow on the branches shook down. The three Jin soldiers who rushed to the front were blown to pieces and their hands and feet were blown away. Blood was sprayed all over the ground, blood red and white, and shocking.

"Damn it, it's fire thunder!" Wang Bolong was shocked and angry. When the defeated generals of the Jinzhonglu Army talked about their miserable experiences, the most terrifying expression was the night of "fire trees and silver flowers" in Jingxing Pass. Wang Bolong was very impressed by this description, so when he saw that his army was attacked, the situation was exactly the same as the fire thunder buried underground as the defeated soldiers said, and when they were stepped on, they exploded. He immediately guessed it.

But he guessed it but couldn't help it. On that day, Sa Liyu used cannon fodder soldiers and used livestock to thunder, but he was still blown up. At this moment, Wang Bolong had no hands at all, and he could not let his subordinates die. These were all old brothers who had followed him for many years.

Wang Bolong was in trouble, and suddenly another explosion came from a sound, almost causing him to jump up. It turned out that four soldiers were searching around and accidentally encountered a hanging dead branch of an old tree. As a result, the dead branch bound by thin lines was touched and bounced up. After a slight sound of gear friction, the flames flashed suddenly and the air waves rolled. None of the four Jin soldiers were spared.

Wang Bolong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He really wanted to immediately raise his wings to catch up with the team hundreds of steps away and tear them all to death. However, the order he issued in his mouth was completely opposite to what he thought: "Get back, retreat immediately, and don't touch anything."

For a moment, frightened by the unpredictable power of landmines by gods and ghosts, hundreds of elite Jin soldiers wearing persistent sharpness were surrounded by their feet, watching the enemy hundreds of steps away, passing through the dangerous path in an orderly manner and calmly. They even saw the enemy pointing at them, and a faint laugh came.

Wang Bolong's blood pressure soared by dozens of millimeters of mercury, and he shouted: "Who gave me the idea to break this fire thunder array, ten bounty cakes!"

If we say that Wang Bolong's group of fierce soldiers were mostly from thieves, there were many thieves who cried and thieves, and there were many brains. Under the heavy reward, someone came up with an idea: "Get out of a few big snowballs and crushed them all the way, and no matter what kind of thunder it was, it would be detonated."

Wang Bolong was overjoyed and followed the plan. Sure enough, seven or eight snowballs as big as a ball rolled over and became bigger and bigger, and finally became as big as a wheelbarrow. Three of the snowballs triggered a series of explosions. With the sound of thunder and fire, snow chips flew, trees broke and branches broke, and the entire mountain road trembled. Fortunately, the snow was not heavy these days, otherwise it might have caused a large avalanche.

These Jin soldiers pursuing were all new forces, and most of them had never participated in the raid last night. This was the first time I witnessed such a shocking power of the explosion. They were all stunned and scared.

Wang Bolong was both surprised and happy. What was surprised was that this thing was really terrifying. No wonder it could become a lingering nightmare for the middle army of Saliyu. What was happy was that the road was finally opened and he immediately fulfilled his promise of reward. But he was going to fight, not browse the brothel, so how could he bring so many golden cakes? He had to mortgage his golden knife for cutting meat first, and then use this knife to exchange for the golden cakes after returning to the camp.

Wang Bolong, the former leader of the underworld, is not in vain. He always does what he says and has a guarantee of credibility.

Although the Jin soldiers used the original thunder-wading technique to break the mine formation, they had been putting it in a long time. When they chased to the entrance of the dangerous road, their opponent's figure had long disappeared.

"Chasing! They can't run far." Wang Bolong insisted on the resilience of a general and brought it to the extreme.

But what the pursuers did not expect was that the mine formation had passed, but there was still a musket formation waiting. In such a dangerous place, how could the opponent not place an ambush to block the attack?

Bang! A flash of fire, the Jin soldier in front screamed, his body tilted, and he fell into the abyss a hundred feet long.

"There is an ambush! Hurry up, retreat quickly..."

"You can't retreat...ah--"

At this time, the Jin soldiers were close to the cold cliff wall, moving forward carefully along the winding dangerous path. They marched on such a dangerous path. They were cautious and afraid that they could not withstand such panic squeezing and commotion? This chaos. They immediately squeezed and fell off the cliff, and screams of despair came from the deep valley, making their scalp numb.

After Wang Bolong, who was in the back team, finally managed to sank the army, the reward he received almost turned his nose aside - there was only one attacker.

There was indeed only one person who blocked the Jin soldiers - Liang Xing.

After all the troops passed through the dangerous road safely, Zhang Rui proposed to leave a few people to block the pursuers so that the whole team could safely arrive at Jingyang Village ten miles away. Liang Xingtou signed up, and his reason was irresistible: his enemy Wang Bolong was chasing him closely behind. It was a crisis and an opportunity. If he could be killed with one blow, he could be revenged.

Wang Bolong broke through Heiya Mountain Village and banned more than 20 camp soldiers from the camp leader Jiao Wentong. Zhang Rui also heard about it, so he naturally had no reason to refuse. Zhao Jian originally wanted to stay, but Zhang Rui refused. Before leaving Tianshu City, Zhang Rui had Di Lie personally confessed that this clan named Zhao Jian must not have any mistakes. Before Liang Xing, Zhao Jian and others broke through the siege and reported the news, Zhang Rui was very scared for a while. How could he let the young man stay and take risks?

Zhang Rui finally left three hunting soldiers, including Liang Xing, to block the enemy. He then left a camp soldier as a guide for retreating, and then unloaded the musket behind him and handed it to Liang Xing: "Let it snipe the enemy for you and kill the enemy."

Liang Xing took it excitedly, held the smooth body of the musket tightly, and nodded vigorously.

Before leaving, Zhang Rui said solemnly: "After completing the mission of breaking the rear, you must get rid of everything. Retreat to Jingyang Village immediately, and you must not be entangled by the Jin soldiers no matter what. If - I mean, if you cannot get rid of the pursuit of the Jin soldiers, we may break the bridge immediately... You must be prepared."

The five people nodded silently, Liang Xing and the hunters looked resolute, while the camp soldiers looked dull.

The terrain at the end of this dangerous path is as narrow as the road, and it is very difficult to be ambushed. If an archer is placed here, I am afraid that before a few arrows have been placed, I will fall off the cliff due to twisting my waist and exerting force, excessive movement amplitude, and unbalanced body. This is also the reason why the Jin soldiers did not expect that there would be ambush. The Jin soldiers had saved people and thought that the archers could not ambush, so it would be fine. But I didn't know that what the archers could not do, it did not mean that the musketeers could not do it.

Now Liang Xing is like a Taihang herb collecting herbs on a dangerous peak. His whole body is poured out of the cliff, with a long rope tied around his waist, his feet are hooked with protruding rocks, and his hands are holding the musket given to him by Zhang Rui, and swaying slightly in the roaring north wind of the mountain stream.

The operation of the musket is very simple, and with Liang Xing's ability, he quickly learned it. During the past half month of staying in Tiebi Guanzhai, Liang Xing showed extremely high shooting talent, which surprised Zhang Rui, who had good gun skills, was also amazed by it. In the end, he could only attribute it to him as the kind of person who was the military leader Di Lie. When studying in the teaching camp, Di Lie once said when guiding the students to shoot: There is a kind of person who can hit the target with the first time he touched a gun, and even hit the red heart. This is a person who is born to be extremely sensitive to gun shooting. If he gives him a good gun, he can become an excellent sniper.

Obviously, Liang Xing is such a person.

Facts also proved this. During the early morning battle, Liang Xing used Zhang Rui's musket to shoot Wang Bolong. If he scored half a point, this life-and-death enemy would definitely see the King of Hell.

Liang Xing, a non-staff member who was not qualified to be equipped with muskets, was unanimously recognized by the hunters. At the same time, he was known as the "flying tiger" and was good at climbing and overtaking dangers. Therefore, the mission of hanging cliffs and sniping the enemy from a high place is the only one who must be. The other three hunters took turns to load ammunition for him, and four muskets shot in turn, enough to maintain firepower.

At this time, a strange scene appeared on the dangerous road: the hunting soldiers firmly suppressed nearly 300 Jin soldiers on the road with just four muskets that took turns to shoot, and advanced and retreated. However, there were Jin soldiers who wanted to force their way through the bend of the mountain road. As soon as they showed up, they would wait for him to have a gunshot and then fall freely...

The Jin soldiers were blocked halfway and could not move forward for a long time, and they even paid eleven lives. The cruel reality was approaching the psychological defense line. In the end, Wang Bolong had to give up the idea of ​​forcing his transit and retreated all the Jin soldiers crowded on the dangerous road, leaving only two sentry detectives to observe the movement.

Even at this point, Wang Bolong was not discouraged. Anyway, it was still early, so everyone should waste it. If you don’t believe that you can still hold us until dark. Now that things have come, there is no hope of catching up with the enemy troops, but these blockers cannot let go. This is not only because the opponent caused him a heavy loss, but also because the opponent has something he is determined to win in this trip...

At noon, three sudden explosions came from deep into the mountains. Looking up, you can see three fireworks and flames rising into the sky under the thick clouds in the sky. After a few flashes, they slowly dissipated.

This is a sign of the agreement that all the hunters have retreated to Jingyang Village safely.

Liang Xing, who was almost blown into a popsicle by the cold wind, finally completed the task of blocking the enemy and was able to retreat...

In front of Jingyang Village, there were crowds of people, and the tops of the mountain, the roads, the ridges, the treetops, and even the roofs were filled with people. Not only were Zhang Rui and all the hunting soldiers members, but there were Zhao Bangjie and his hundreds of soldiers who had retreated here earlier, as well as the last group of people in the village, with a population of up to 3,000.

Even though the people of Wuma Mountain Village have been constantly moving to pacification during this period, it is well known that the migration of the people is the most time-consuming and cumbersome. In addition, the dozens of miles of mountain road from Jingyang Village to Pacification are rugged and difficult to walk. Therefore, even though it took a long time, the migration work was still slow, and there were still many people stranded in Jingyang Village.

There is a 20-foot-long vine cable hanging bridge between the cliff in front of the back gate of Jingyang Village and the opposite cliff. The bridge is only six feet wide, based on four thick vine cables. The bridge is covered with thick wooden boards, which can connect people and animals. The dozens of feet below the bridge are turbulent river water. This suspension bridge is the only way to connect the two mountains.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "Here is here! Here!"

Sure enough, several figures appeared at the turn of the mountain road. Four people in the front ran wildly, while one behind turned around and shot arrows from time to time to stop the enemy. Although the Tianzhu Army's muskets were sharp, they were difficult to reload ammunition while running, and it was not as good as bows and arrows.

When the five people ran to the bridge, there were also large numbers of pursuers behind them.

"Hurry, hurry!" Zhang Rui and the hunters gritted their teeth secretly.

"Cross the bridge quickly! Hurry!" Thousands of people shouted in unison, shaking the valley.

Perhaps it was the situation in front of him that made the Jin soldiers guess what their opponent wanted to do, and they all braved arrows and chased them desperately, greatly shortening the distance between the pursuit and fleeing sides.

The hunters and camp soldiers running in front quickly rushed across the middle of the bridge. Liang Xing, who was broken behind, stopped at the bridge and fired three arrows in a row, shooting the three fastest Jin soldiers who ran away thirty steps away. Even so, they still could not stop the Jin soldiers from rushing towards them frantically...

Liang Xing carried the bow on his back and turned around to rush onto the bridge deck. But before he could reach the center of the bridge, he heard the crowd on the opposite side exclaiming. Liang Xing turned his head, but saw that the pursuers behind him were close to the bridge. Judging from the opponent's speed, it was impossible to throw it away before he ran across the bridge. With this in mind, Liang Xing paused and looked up. At the bridge twenty feet ahead, four swords and axemen were raising their sharp blades in their hands, in a posture of slashing them at any time.

Liang Xing gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, pulled out his waist knife, and turned around and rushed towards the Jin soldiers without hesitation.

"Liang Xing! Come back!" Zhang Rui did not expect Liang Xing to do this at all. He was really angry and anxious, and he wanted to rush up and pull Liang Xing back immediately. In fact, he had already prepared to block the pursuers. More than 60 hunting soldiers were already on both sides of the bridge, carrying guns and live ammunition, and were ready to attack in a half-kneeling posture. As long as the Jin soldiers dared to cross the bridge, the firepower of the hunters crossed left and right would be enough to make the Jin soldiers pay a heavy price on the bridge, and reenact the scene of the sniper battle on the Yeshui Bridge during the Battle of Yinmatan.

The soldiers of the hunting soldiers are all veterans with meritorious achievements. Most of them have participated in the Battle of Yinmatan and are all aware of the Battle of Yeshuiqiao's surprise soldiers. But... Liang Xing doesn't know! He only contacted Liang Xing, who had only been in contact with the combat methods of the new type of troops of musketeers for only ten days and half a month, and he didn't know too much...

Liang Xing drew his sword and retaliated, and the Jin soldiers running at the forefront could not help but slow down, and placed the sword, axe, gun and rod in their hands horizontally in front of them, and made a move to fight.

Liang Xing danced the big sword in his hand into a ball of sword flowers, and the shadow of the sword made a huge noise, and shouted like a silk-breaking cry from his mouth. He slammed the pedal, and rose up from the ground while the suspension bridge was shaking violently, and slashed it in the air with a knife-

Just as several Jin soldiers who rushed to the bridge were captured by their momentum, they were all panicked, dodging or raising troops to block. Liang Xing's amazing sword changed direction halfway-well, not changing direction halfway, but was originally this direction, just playing a sound of attacking the west.

The sword light was like a horse, slashing hard on the bridge cable as thick as a side of the arm...

The bridge cable is broken and the bridge body is tilted.

Zhao Bangjie, who has been paying close attention to the progress of the situation, couldn't help but blurt out: "He, what is he going to do?"

In fact, Zhao Bangjie blurted out that it was purely a subconscious behavior. Not to mention generals like him who were old on the battlefield, even ordinary soldiers and ordinary people, you can see what Liang Xing wanted to do.

Broken Bridge!

The bridge was originally going to be broken in the plan. But what was a major difference from the original plan was that the bridge at the end of Jingyang Village was cut off by Liang Xing from the end of Wuma Mountain. In this way, the bridge at the end of Jingyang Village was safe, but Liang Xing was left on the opposite cliff...

Zhang Rui finally yelled: "Liang Xing! No! You have to join the Tianzhu Army, enter the teaching camp, and become a hunter..."

Liang Xing did not answer and stood by the cliff at the end of the bridge. He tried his best to slash at the other three thick ropes. The thick ropes were all century-old vines. After being soaked in oil, baked, etc., and it was extremely tough. It was not easy to break it with one knife? At this moment, the knife edge was missing, but the last thick rope was still not broken... When Liang Xing was about to get angry, the Jin soldiers who found that they were tricked were all furious. One of them, holding a big axe and with his arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs fitted and rushed down. He aimed at Liang Xing's neck and slashed down.

Liang Xing seemed to have not realized it, and still slashed tirelessly... Until the axe blade came, Liang Xing's body suddenly turned outward and almost fell out of the edge of the cliff. The Jin soldier did not expect that he would dare to do such a dangerous move. He cut the air with an axe and just slashed the mouth of the unbreakable vine cable. The axe blade was deeply trapped in the snow. The vine cable broke in response to the sound...

Liang Xing's body could no longer maintain balance. When he was about to fall, he still looked back and laughed loudly: "Thank you!"

When the sound falls, the body falls down from the cliff.

Just as the people on the cliff were clamoring, Liang Xing really reached out and climbed the broken bridge vine rope that swung past his eyes in time, and followed the broken bridge. It was like playing on a swing on a cliff, hitting heavily at the opposite cliff wall...

Bang! Snowflakes splashed everywhere, and pine branches broke.

I have to say that Liang Xing was really lucky. There was a dry old pine tree where his body hit, and thick snowflakes were accumulated, greatly cushioning his violent collision. Although the violent shock almost fainted, at least it avoided the bad luck of turning into meat pies.

Liang Xing's whole body was stiff at this time, and his strength was almost gone. The violent wind in the mountain stream was so fierce that he couldn't open his eyes. At such a critical moment of life and death, the only thing he could do was to grab the vine rope tightly and never let go.

Going up is a life path, but you have to climb a dangerous peak that is nearly thirty feet; going down is a dead end, and the distance of falling from a height of thirty feet and the rolling turbulent currents are enough to bury all life... Liang Xing has no choice. This rock climbing master known as the "flying tiger" can only be like an ant struggling for survival, following the rope of life, constantly squirming upwards...

At this time, the Jin soldiers on the side of the cliff had gathered more and more, but the suspension bridge was broken, so what if I could do it?

Wang Bolong came out in a row, his face turned pale. He saw the figure who was constantly climbing upward on the opposite cliff wall, and the shouts of thousands of military and civilians. Wang Bolong's face became increasingly ugly. He suddenly took off his big bow, slid the string and pointed the arrow at the constantly squirming figure...

Bang! Just as Wang Bolong's arrow was about to be fired, a terrifying gunshot sound came from the opposite side, and a Jin soldier beside Wang Bolong fell down.

Wang Bolong's heart thumped, his muscles tightened, and the arrow shot out from the string, and flew over Liang Xing's ears with strong wind, causing a string of Mars to burst out on the rocks.

Taking Zhang Rui's gun as a signal, the hunters who were ready to go turned the board and amid the dense gunshots, the Jin soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another. The distance of about 80 steps was within the effective range of the musket, but ordinary Jin soldiers could not shoot that far. In this dilemma of being beaten but not being able to get the hand, Wang Bolong had to give up his last effort, sighed, and then retreat.

On the side of Jingyang Village, Zhang Rui leaned over to lift Liang Xing, who had climbed to the top of the cliff. Regardless of the latter's fatigue and weak energy, he laughed and patted his shoulder: "What a 'Flying Tiger' Brother Liang! You soldier, I, Zhang Rui, are going to settle down!"

In 1128, the sixth year of Jintianhui, the second year of Jianyan in Song Dynasty, and the first day of the first lunar month, the bloody battle of Taihang, which lasted more than two months, came to an end.

In this anti-encirclement and suppression battle, the Tianzhu Army in Tianshu City, with few enemies and weak attacks the strong, causing the Jin army to lose troops and generals, and suffered heavy losses. After this battle, the Tianzhu Army never called, but bit the enemy, and finally entered the high-level vision of the Song and Jin countries in a way that made the enemy feel heartbroken.

Since then, Tianshu City has changed from dark to light, with mutual offense and defense, and has officially taken the pace of fighting for dominance of the world.

(End of Volume 2)

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Huh! The content of nearly 500,000 words in the second volume is finally completed. Shiwuro is going to be in seclusion for a while. Then collect the information again and organize the details of the third volume. See you in June, brothers!

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The first volume plays sniper; the second volume develops forces; the third volume expands forces and fights on a large scale, and the protagonist will also re-install: sniper enemy, sniper general, and sniper country!
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