Changfeng Thousands of Miles End Han Song

Chapter 554 They are in a hurry
War is brutal.The Qinhuai River outside Jinling City has long been stained red by countless blood.Every day, corpses are sent to the riverside and thrown down the river.The ups and downs of corpses in the river have added countless stories of water ghosts to the south of the Yangtze River, and there have also been "weird stories" about how many fish have human fingers in their stomachs.As a result, countless people along the river will not dare to eat Jiangxian in the next few years.

In Jinling City, the young and strong people in the city have already been gathered by the Manichaeans.According to the workshop, the city team was reorganized. At the critical moment, each person sent a long gun and went up to the city wall to support it.Standing behind him is the supervisory team, armed with swords and spears, who dares to mess up?

And they have no way out?The Manichaeans only let them stand for a while, but they didn't want them all to die at the top of the city.With the hope of surviving in this way, the sense of resistance in that person's heart was naturally weak.And for the first time in the city, there is a decent reward.As a result, many athletes in the city are vying to go to the city.

These people are armed with lengthened spears, poles, or stones, which can have some effect.

However, even so, the Manichaean soldiers and horses were depleted at a high rate. Even with the continuous blood transfusions from the water camp in the north of the city, the situation continued to deteriorate day by day.

With a sound of "boom", the cannon stone fell, and a pile of walls that hit it immediately shattered and exploded, beating the soldiers around the city to a bloody mess, and almost at the same time, the soldiers of the Western Army on the ladder had already climbed to the top of the city first in several places. .

"Kill!" Fang Jie's eyes were wide open, but his field of vision was dark red. He had already stayed at the top of the city for two days and two nights.As Huainan and Jiangzhou are in a hurry, how can the Western Army under Jinling City not be in a hurry?In the past few days, the offensive has not ceased, and the city is under heavy pressure. The Manichaean army can only muster their courage and fight against it.Fang Jie's troops have suffered heavy losses in the past few days. The [-] elite soldiers are now three thousand and not enough, but the Western Army has already reached the top of the city, so Fang Jie naturally led his own soldiers to rush forward.

The two teams collided fiercely, blood spattered everywhere, and both sides were fighting for their lives.Stabbing with long spears, chopping with dropped knives, and slamming with iron bone sticks.Blood is like cheap ketchup, spilled all the time.

Compared with the soldiers of the western army who ascended the city, the weapons of the Manichean army defending the city were stronger.However, as the pioneer warrior of the Western Army, the latter's combat will and combat experience are also tacitly coordinated, which is obviously superior.

Fang Jie has always had courage, even though he was at the end of his strength, he was still unstoppable. Wherever he went, the sword was shining, and it was immediately swept away, and then he kicked all the Western soldiers straight out of the city. leaving a long cry...

Yes, Fang Jie no longer uses Fang Tian to draw a halberd.During the period of defending the city, the weapon in his hand had long been replaced by a large sword, just because he discovered a truth - the sword kills more people!

It's just some brave soldiers, and not all of them are highly skilled in martial arts. What real means are there?These pioneers of the Western Army fight with all their might, without fear of death.To deal with this kind of person, Fang Tian painted a halberd far less sharply than a big sword.Among the big knives, the door fan big knives are the coolest.

"Boom—" Amidst the frantic collision, the armored warriors divided into two armies charged forward.Weapons struck each other, soldiers hissed mournfully, amidst the clatter of metal and iron, blood rained and limbs flew across the sky.The bright swords and guns brought out rays of light, shining in the deep red blood, just like the dazzling fireworks.

"Ho—"

Fang Jie yelled, and the big knife in his hand slashed down like an angry dragon. The sharp blade whizzed like the first ray of light piercing the night.

The broadsword easily cut off the spear held by a general of the Western Army, and the blade cut through the helmet and went straight to the chest.Skull, neck bone, sternum, a series of bones were chopped off, and the sound of crisp shattering hit the ears.Pulling out the big knife and spinning it above his head, he slashed to the right again smoothly, and cut down a western warrior holding a sword and shield across the waist.

Fang Jie's eyes were a little dark, but his hands didn't stop at all, they flew up and down, and the knives blossomed.Face to face with the Western Army, it was as if they were being sucked into a meat grinder, and they were strangled ruthlessly one by one.Until a Western soldier whose head was buried in his chest had his head protruding, his eyes flickering fiercely, he threw the weapon in his hand to the ground, held his last breath, and firmly grasped the big knife that had been buried in his chest with both hands. Not letting go, Fang Jie stopped killing.

At this time, a blood-colored spray was brought up, and a little bit of coldness flickered suddenly.Passed through the neck of a bodyguard next to Fang Jie, and continued to roar and stab at Fang Jie.

But the latter didn't seem to see it, but the light in his eyes had already lost.

Fortunately, Qian Zhenpeng arrived in time and rescued Fang Jie with a knife.Then raised his sword, amidst the clanging of gold and iron in Qingyue, only the small Xijun officer was chopped into two sections.

With ferocious eyes, a commander of the Western Army roared hoarsely, and the iron cone spear was like an iron pestle, smashing through the shield wall of the Manichaeism!
"Hmph!" Qian Zhenpeng didn't have time to take a closer look at Fang Jie, so he asked someone to carry him down to rest, then raised his wind-throwing knife, and took the man to kill.

But before he arrived, he saw a group of elite Manichaeans wearing thick armor rushing towards them. They were the new force led by Qian Zhenpeng to the top of the wall, all of them wearing heavy armor.

A long spear and a big knife were aimed precisely at the man's iron cone gun. Naturally, the two men's mouths were torn apart, and their swords and guns flew together.But before the commander of the Western Army made the next move to deal with these two people, another person followed him, and three sharp spears streaked across three dazzling lights, shining on his head, chest, abdomen and other vital points. Tie it down hard.

The commander still easily dealt with the combined attack again, but the elite of the Manichaeism was like a rolling iron current, and there was always a wave of unrest and another wave. I don't know if it was the third or fourth combined attack. The officer of the Western Army cut off one of his arms with a big knife, blood flowed profusely immediately, and screams arose.With another slash of the big knife, his head was sent flying.

The sound of golden bells sounded outside the city, and the enemy army retreated like a tide again.

The pressure in front of him disappeared, Qian Zhenpeng panted heavily, looking around, he saw that he had lost [-]% to [-]% of the [-] armored soldiers he had newly recruited.As for Fang Jie's department, there are only [-] to [-]% left in total.

There are two or three hundred people in the pro-military battalion, but now there are only a few thirty or fifty left, and each of them is scarred and strong.

Thick smoke billowed, and the killing sound gradually stopped, and the criss-crossed corpses under the city wall were piled up into a small slope, and the blood flowing on the city wall merged into a stream, flowing down the drainage ditch at the top of the city.

He didn't know how much the Western Army outside the city had lost, but since the Manichaeans just defended the city, there were tens of thousands of casualties.

But they are not good at guarding Jinling City.The political significance here is so great that even the Manichaeans couldn't let it go.And if you don't keep it here, will Suzhou keep it?After Suzhou, will Hangzhou defend itself?Only these three strong cities are in the hands of Manichaeism.Other Zhuzhou cities, such as Runzhou, Changzhou, Xiuzhou, Mingzhou, etc., are all unbearable to defend.

To be clear, it is still the Northern Song Dynasty, not the Southern Song Dynasty in history.The Jiangnan area has been in peace for more than a hundred years, the city defenses have been dilapidated, and the military equipment has not been repaired. The border states of Hebei have built their cities neatly because of the threat of the Liao Kingdom.

Here in Jiangnan, they just turned a blind eye.Unless the city wall is about to collapse, the officials of this office will not consider repairing it.

Under such circumstances, can those states and counties still hold on?

What's more, now it's a potential to ride a tiger.No one dared to give up lightly, because it would be a heavy blow to the morale of the army.

Suddenly, the commotion on the top of the city fell silent, and Qian Zhenpeng saw a group of elite soldiers in iron armor. These people were full of energy and strength, surrounded by one person in the middle, who was not Fang La.

At this time, Fang Shenggong looked solemn, inspecting the soldiers, and saw Qian Zhenpeng was covered in blood, gasping for breath, surrounded by layers of corpses, the blood on that part of the city was dyed red.He would never stand there and wait for Qian Zhenpeng to come to see him.

He walked over with big strides, grabbed Qian Zhenpeng who was going to meet him, and asked, "How is the situation?"

Qian Zhenpeng rested for a while before recovering his breath, and replied: "Sheng Gong, don't worry, I can still hold on. But the Western Army under the city may not be able to hold on. From the humble opinion of my subordinates, they Anxious!"

Fang La turned around and looked down the city, staring at the overlapping western camps with a pair of fine eyes, silent.

(End of this chapter)