Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3018 I build a city wall with flesh and blood
Defending the city wall and fighting in the wild are two completely different forms of combat. One is to rely on the city wall to fight, without paying attention to formation, and mainly to deal with the enemy's siege battle.

A tactic with no support and facing various enemies requires changing different battle formations for defense.

These Song soldiers are good at defending the city, but they are not good at fighting in the wild.

Faced with the rapid penetration of the enemy cavalry, the generals finished using three axes and did not know how to respond for a while.

The Liaoren's cavalry seemed to be sharp knives, and they were divided into more than a dozen waves on the thousand-meter-long formation.

With one charge, the Song army was divided and interspersed, like a herd of sheep, divided into more than a dozen small groups.

The Song army's long spear array did not stop them, and the first wave of horses knocked these long spearmen back and flew out with their extremely fast speed.

The spear pierced into the horse's body, leaving a piece of the dead horse's body on the ground.

The strong smell of blood soon permeated the entire battlefield.

After the Song army was divided and surrounded, the formation was in chaos, and each of them carried their swords and soldiers to fight with the Liao people.

The Liaoren's cavalry had a crushing advantage over the Song Army's infantry.

The huge war horses kept crashing into the Song army, trampling each of them under the horse.

Their sharp long knives recklessly harvested the lives of the Song army on the battlefield, and half of the Song army died in a pool of blood in a short while.

These Song soldiers held steel swords and spears tightly, and tried their best to resist the torrent of cavalry, and would rather die than retreat half a step.

They built a city wall on the ground with their flesh and blood, which made the Liaoren delay the effort of two incense sticks.

Wu Rilie boasted to the prince just now that he took down the army of the Song people with a stick of incense.

But now, two sticks of incense have passed.

With a cold look in his eyes, he swept across the battlefield viciously, slapped his horse on his own, and slashed at the banner soldiers of the Song Dynasty.

The flag soldier was surrounded by the corpses of his comrades.

Arrow feathers continued to shroud the main banner soldiers, one fell down, and the other stood up with support.

"If the battle flag does not reach, the Song army will not be destroyed!"

The flag soldier stood up and stood in the pool of blood, hissing and drinking with the brothers around him covered in blood.

"The Song army is immortal!"

"The Song army is immortal!"

"The Song army is immortal!"

"..."

All of a sudden, the surrounding soldiers rose up and responded.

The spears in their hands stabbed at the hunter's horses continuously.

The bows and arrows in their hands continuously released dense arrow feathers.

They tried their best and fought the Liao people to the end.

Blood stained the yellow sand, shrouded in horse leather.

Their corpses built a city wall on the ground, blocking the army of the North Liao people far away.

Holding a steel knife in his hand, Wu Rilie's eyes became darker and colder. The horse charged in front of the banner soldier and hissed at him, "Song people, die!"

He raised his steel knife, and with the speed of the horse, wiped it across the neck of the bannerman.

The bannerman was sitting on the ground with an arrow in his thigh, unable to run away.

He tied the battle flag around his waist and laughed heartily, "Grandson of Liaoren, grandpa is waiting for you on Huangquan Road. One day, my son, my grandson will come to your hometown and avenge our brother ..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Rilie's steel knife slashed across the banner soldier's neck, leaving only a headless corpse in place in an instant.

The corpse did not fall down, still holding the battle flag tightly with its right hand, its waist straight as straight as a pine and cypress.

Urilie held the horse's head, looked back at the soldier and couldn't help being surprised.

There was a solemn look between his brows, he put away his contempt, and whispered to the soldier, "Soldier of the Song Army, you are a well-deserved soldier."

At this time, it was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the battlefield, making the corpses and scarlet blood all over the ground even more red.

The smoke on the battlefield is scattered, and the sound of horseshoes gradually dies down.

The [-] defenders of the Song army were all killed on the battlefield, and the corpses were spread all over the desolate land in winter.

In the sky, vultures flew by from time to time, sending out bursts of excited long howls.

Prince Bei Liao and all the princes behind him stood solemnly on the high slope, also shocked by the bloody and tragic battlefield.

What surprised them even more was the tenacious will of the Song army to resist. With only 3 horses, it blocked their million-strong army for a full two sticks of incense.

If the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were like this, what price would they have to pay if they wanted to swallow such a large country.

Wu Rilie came back with his head drooping and told Yelukuo, "Your Majesty, the Song army has been strangled by us. The brothers were killed and injured over [-], and the horses had [-] casualties. I boasted just now, and I ask the prince to punish me!"

Yelukuo reassured him, "It's all right, it's okay to delay for a while. This Daming Mansion will be ours sooner or later, so it's not too late."

He put his hand on Urilie's shoulder, and praised Urilie, "General Urilie, you are a warrior of our Great Country, and you and your brothers will be engraved in the annals of our Great Country's history." .Now, take your troops and go straight to Daming Mansion, and stop those Song troops who are returning to Daming Mansion. I want you to be like a sharp knife, ruthlessly piercing into the heart of the enemy."

"Subordinates take orders!"

Urilie regained his spirit, and his heart burned like a flame again.

He patted his horse and led his soldiers towards Daming Mansion like a black wind.

Yelukuo looked at them with deep eyes, and ordered with his soldiers, "Rush through the night, and after dawn, the prince will set up camp outside the Daming Mansion!"

"Leader!"

With a roar, the soldiers lined up again across the bloody battlefield and headed for Daming Mansion together.

In the Daming Mansion, officials, rich merchants and wealthy families have received the news.

They packed up and saluted one after another, and crowded outside the teleportation altar of the Daming Mansion one by one.

People who are usually indifferent, don't care about Lingshi at this meeting.

The cost of the teleportation channel has directly increased by a hundred times from the nearest hundred spirit stones.

Even if they go to Jizhou, one person can get [-] spirit stones.

But now that there are spirit stones, the teleportation channel is not their turn for the time being.

The first batch of evacuated people has arrived here under the protection of the imperial army.

They got off the sedan chair and took a last look at the huge border city.

"After going here, I don't know when I can come back again."

In Gao Qiu's heart, some poetic feeling was born.

However, he has no literary talent, so he just sighed with emotion.

Tong Guan folded his arms, and said with a cold expression, "It's a bitter cold place, what's there to be emotional about. This life is to let the truth come, and the truth will never come again."

He led his men and was the first to enter the portal.

The capital that the portal goes directly to, regardless of the cost, naturally does not need to pay any fees.

"not educated!"

Gao Qiu muttered something in his heart, and couldn't help but groaned, "The famous mansion is square and square, with high and low brick walls. When I leave here today, I will only bring a wisp of bitter cold wind."

"Good poems, good poems, should be passed down through the ages!"

Liang Zhongshu stood aside, holding back his nausea and applauding Gao Qiu.

Gao Qiu Fuxu said modestly, "If you feel something, just listen to it, Brother Liang, don't pass it on. I am still very low-key."

He raised his head and walked into the portal on the altar.

Liang Zhongshu rolled his eyes behind him, and as soon as he left, he spit out on the altar, cursing inwardly, "It's insulting and shameless."

(End of this chapter)