Song Mingyue

Chapter 105 What's the Hurry? (Subscribe)
The sound of shouting and killing filled the entire world, and the soldiers on both sides crashed into each other like a torrent of iron, immediately stirring up a wave of blood.

The soldiers of the Song Army, all dressed in thick leather armor and holding weapons made of fine steel, kept poking forward, chopping, and shouting. Everyone's eyes were covered with a layer of blood.They don't look at the face of the enemy on the opposite side, they just slash forward mechanically.Few of the people who are still alive after the war still vomit or become incontinent due to the flying blood.

The oncoming rebels were not to be outdone, and these soldiers and horses were also fought out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the half-year rebellion battle. Armed with weapons, we march forward bravely, fighting bravely without fear of death.

Fang Qifo had already retreated to the main formation when the Song army launched a charge, and led his headquarters to fight forward, while Fang La's Luanjia had already retreated under the banner of the Chinese army under the protection of the Huben army beside him.

The two armies competed. At first, it seemed that the rebel army had an absolute advantage in strength, but the rebel army's disadvantages in terms of combat effectiveness, combat experience, weapons and equipment gradually emerged.The battle did not last long, and the white stile cavalry of the Song Army in the middle quickly broke into the enemy army, tore through the rebel defense line, and rushed towards the middle of the army.The Song Army on the two wings gradually pressed forward with the momentum of the Central Army. As more and more soldiers of the Song Army squeezed in, the rebel army gradually retreated. Every time they retreated, they left a piece of blood Dripping corpses and screams.

Life goes by, so quickly.

When the sun climbed to the south, the sunlight illuminated the color of the blood more vividly.

The Song army reaped the lives of the rebels all the way, and slowly moved forward. Every step forward was covered with blood and corpses. Although they had the upper hand, they were not without casualties.

On that bloody road ahead, the Song army also fell a lot.

A seasoned veteran of the Song Army, Li Lao Li saw the opportunity and poked a spear into the chest of a rebel soldier. When he pulled it out, a stream of blood flowed out, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of excitement. I don't feel anything.He avoided the front of the stabbing soldiers, and tried his best to continue his life.At this moment, he suddenly discovered that his fellow countryman, Lao Wang, who had been in the army with him for ten years, was shot over, and the point of the gun pierced his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The old king fell to the ground with a wail, waving the long knife in his hand violently and frantically, like crazy.Seeing that Lao Wang was injured, Lao Li, who usually regarded Lao Wang as his brother, rushed over immediately, threw away the spear in his hand, hugged Lao Wang from behind and dragged him back. At this moment, a spear pierced Lao Li's body inside.

The old Li looked back at the gun blade that was stuck into his lower abdomen, watched the blood flow out like a waterfall when the blade was pulled out, and watched the intestines squeezed out of the wound and hung outside.For a moment he felt the whole world turned red, pure bloody red.

"Ow!"

The old Li raised his long knife angrily, and was about to kill the enemy soldier, but found that the man had already been torn to pieces by his comrades, and countless soldiers of the Song Army flocked from his side And pass.

The old Li finally fell down slowly, holding the old Wang's body in his arms before dying, and the blood of the two people fused and seeped into the ground.

On the battlefield, the sound of war drums, horns, shouts of killing, the sound of gold and iron, screams... all kinds of sounds mixed together, like a wave, filled the space between the heaven and the earth.

Fighting has already made people numb, and bloodshed can no longer stimulate people's nerves.People who have not seen this war with their own eyes cannot describe its magnificence and tragedy in words, and those who have heard it cannot imagine what a bloody scene it was.

The land on this wasteland was soaked in blood, so that the soldiers felt as if they were stepping on a muddy road that had just rained. Their boots made a squeaking sound when they stepped on it, and the mixture of internal organs and dust gave off a stench.

Shocking shouts of killing continued from noon until the red sun was setting in the west.

The rebel army suffered more than 6 casualties, and gradually collapsed. In terms of equipment and combat effectiveness, the rebel army is far behind, but it can still make up for it with more than three times its strength. The most important thing is the impact of the white masonry cavalry led by Yang Keshi The force is too strong to be stopped at all.

While the infantry on the two wings were still trying to attack and stalemate, the white stiletto cavalry in the middle was already rushing forward like crazy. The bloodthirsty killing machines are not something that the rebel infantry can resist. Even if they are experienced in hundreds of battles, even if they are invincible across the south of the Yangtze River, they are not enough to stand in front of these heavily armored cavalry.

Where the horseshoes passed and where the long swords were directed, there was a mist of blood, flesh and blood. The cavalrymen on the horses all looked ferocious and waved their sabers cruelly. In their eyes, those rebel infantry were almost like ants.

"Straight mother thief, Lao Tzu's parts are all made of flesh and blood, how can I resist the impact of cavalry?"

Among the rebellious army, there was a rebel general roaring in grief and anger, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of horseshoes that swept over.

Standing proudly under the banner of the Chinese Army, Tong Guan laughed loudly as he looked at the mighty Song Army, cursing Zhiniang bandit in his mouth, very proud.

Zhao Hao stared blankly at the battlefield in front of him, without any joy in his expression, his brows were tightly frowned, thoughtful.

At this moment, suddenly a horse was coming in the opposite direction, and a steel gun was flying up and down, dancing wildly, and the dark clouds and horses under his crotch were like lightning, and he came straight to kill Tong Guan who was under the banner of the Chinese army.

Fang Qifo!
Zhao Hao's heart trembled, and he shouted anxiously to Wu Song behind him: "Be careful and protect Xuan Shuai!"

If it was ten days ago, maybe he would still hold the mentality of being a dead friend and not a poor man. As long as he is safe and sound, he would not care about Tong Guan's life or death, but now that Tong Guan has become his pawn, it is natural We must protect it well.

Fang Qifo came galloping all the way, there was no one in front of the horse, and he was about to kill Tong Guan, but he was surrounded by cavalry regiments led by Wang Weizhong.

The Shengjie Army originally existed as Tong Guan's personal guard. It was composed of selected brave men with excellent armor, and the cavalry of the Shengjie Army led by Wang Weizhong to intercept them was even more elite. Gai Shi, even though he was rushing left and right, he couldn't move forward any more.

ha~
Fang Qifo let out a roar, and the steel gun swept away, forcing back several elite soldiers in front of him, then suddenly roared, and threw the steel gun in his hand with all his strength, drawing an arc of light in the air, heading towards the enemy like a shooting star. Tong Tong shot away.

The steel gun made a sharp sound of breaking the wind, passed through the crowd, and was about to shoot at Tong Guan. The surrounding cavalry of the Shengjie Army were shocked and stood up to guard.

when~
Hearing a loud clatter of gold and iron, a galloping horse came, with a saber in his hand, the powerful spear was shot down to the ground, it was Wu Song!

Fang Qifo saw that he could not succeed in one blow, so he howled in grief and anger, grabbed a long spear, and fought his way out of the encirclement.

The general situation of the rebel army is gone, the defeat is set, the rebel army in the wilderness has been completely disorganized, there are scattered rebel soldiers everywhere, and the rout is out of control.

"Get out, Shenggong!" Wang Gong and Laofo beside Fang La whispered.

The setting sun shone on Fang La's fluttering beard and hair, and there were strands of light. Fang La's beard and hair became much whiter in a day, and she looked extremely haggard and old.

After a long time, he raised his head bitterly, looked at Wang Gong, Laofo and General Lu, and said with difficulty: "I regret not listening to the two words. If Jiangning was captured as soon as possible and defended according to the river, why is it today? This is My fault too."

The two hurriedly spoke words of consolation, but Fang La regained his energy and said in a deep voice, "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs, so withdraw your troops!"

woohoo~
Among the rebel army's army, the horn of withdrawing troops swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, announcing the complete defeat of the rebel army in the battle of Xushan.

The next moment, regardless of whether they were willing or not, hundreds of thousands of rebel soldiers scattered and fled in all directions, and the banner of the rebel army was also rolled upside down and headed south.

In this battle, Fang La lost 7 to 10 people, and lost nearly [-] people. In the end, only [-] soldiers and horses escaped. So far, his vitality was severely injured, and he was no longer able to take the initiative to fight. He was in the defensive stage and gradually went to perish !

Among the Song army, Zhao Hao sat tall on top of the eight-foot BMW, looking at the surging forward soldiers of the Song army, and at the corpses all over the ground, with a complicated look in his eyes.

When his eyes fell on the head of a person on the ground, his heart twitched slightly, because the face on that person's head was so immature, and his age should not be more than 15 years old.

Regardless of whether it is the Song army or the peasant army, the people who died were all Chinese Han people, so why bother?
The gentle wind is blowing, and the setting sun is like blood.

The corpses piled up under Xu Mountain, the whole ground was stained red with blood, and the broken knives and broken swords all over the ground were so dazzling and desolate under the setting sun.

The wind blew, but it couldn't blow away the strong smell of blood in the air.

Zhao Hao stationed his horse and stood on the open field, Zhao Dian and Wu Song also followed on horseback, staying close to each other.

There were corpses all around, and the strong smell of blood made one want to vomit, but Zhao Hao turned a blind eye to all of this.Looking very lonely and sad,
woohoo~
The horn sounded continuously, distant and sad. It was Yang Keshi leading the crowd to mourn for the white stile soldiers who died in battle.

With the sound of the sad horn, the generous and tragic singing surged.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!
Qi said without clothes?Tongze with the child.Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear.Work with the son!
Do you say no clothes?Dress with your son.Wang Yuxing made his division, repair my armor.Walk with your son! "

After singing a song, three thousand white stile soldiers followed Yang Keshi and bowed down together, and only got up after three consecutive obeisances. Then, following Yang Keshi's order, dozens of coffins were buried in the pit.

The white pole soldiers and the Song army could rest in the ground, but the peasant army who died in the wasteland could only dig a mass grave and bury it hastily. Maybe after a heavy rain, their bones would be exposed in the wilderness.

What is all this for?
Zhao Hao slowly took off his helmet and let the wind blow his long hair away. Under the setting sun, his eyes sparkled like flames.

There are sorrows everywhere, and the bones of the dead are thousands of miles away. The so-called romantic affairs in the Qinhuai River and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River are just a dream...

The number of people in Liao is not exhausted, but their fangs are still there; although Xixia has surrendered, their wolf ambitions are only temporarily restrained;

However, Zhao Ji and his son are still dreaming of life and death, the scholar-bureaucrats are still fighting for power, the vigor and bloodiness of the warriors are fading day by day, and the cannibalism among the Chinese and Han people is still going on.

Such Jiangnan, such Great Song Dynasty, such Yanhuang Huaxia...

I, Zhao Hao, can't stand it anymore, and I can't live happily ever after!

I want to do my best to save the sky and live up to this life!
(End of this chapter)