One Piece of Song Dynasty

The Song troops on the city saw their generals personally going into battle and fighting bravely to kill the enemy. They even ignored their lives. One by one, they grabbed swords, guns, swords and halberds, howling and pounced on the Jin soldiers who had climbed to the top of the city, and chopped with all their strength. Go ahead and stab them to death.

The battle has reached such an extent that there is basically no need for any command. Everyone is just relying on their passion and their survival instinct to find all the targets that can be attacked, and then pounce on them and kill them. Or be killed by the opponent.

Many wounded soldiers of the Song Army had no time to be carried down for treatment, so these wounded soldiers knew they would die. They cursed and groaned and reluctantly stood up. Then they also threw themselves on the broken crenellations of the city wall, rolled over and fell down, using their bodies. Knock down the golden soldiers clinging to the ladder.

Such tragic scenes of battles were constantly being staged in front of Yang Yizhong. Even though he had a heart of stone, he couldn't help crying.

There were so many Jin soldiers that they seemed to be unable to kill them all no matter how hard they tried. The horns in the main camp of the Jin Army outside the city never stopped for a moment. Under the urging of such horns, the Jin soldiers also broke out into wild beasts. With such instinct, he climbed up the city regardless of life and death, chopped down one, climbed up another, chopped down a pair, and climbed up another pair.

Yang Yizhong kept waving the Modao in his hand, and the numbness in his arms became more and more severe. He knew that his strength was also being consumed rapidly. For several days, he had been fighting continuously like many Song soldiers. Naturally, His strength also weakened a lot, but he couldn't stop, because as long as he slowed down a little, more Jin soldiers would climb up the city wall. At this time, all the Song soldiers on the city, including him, were exhausted to death. But he still relied on his instincts and fought hard against the enemy in front of him.

Hearing the shouts of killing on the city wall, Li Xin at the bottom of the city knew that the battle had reached the most critical moment. Wang Shu said anxiously: "Your Majesty, the Luzhou offensive and defensive battle has now reached the most critical moment. The five thousand reserve troops Can you move now?"

Li Xin handed him the token and said: "Okay, Wang Shangshu, General Yang is commanding his men to fight on the city wall. It is inconvenient to come down and mobilize the army. With my military order, you can dispatch a thousand people from the five thousand reserves to help the north." The Battle of the Wall.”

Wang Shu took the order and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will mobilize the troops right away."

Li Xin stopped Wang Shu who was about to leave and said: "Wait a minute, Wang Shangshu, when you go to mobilize the troops, bring the military band too. At this critical moment, the two sides are competing for morale."

Wang Shu bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

On the city wall, Yang Yizhong slashed with his sword again. The blade hit the shoulder armor of a golden soldier who had just emerged from the crenellation, breaking his shoulder armor, but he failed to successfully split it open with one strike. , the Mo Dao's blade was no longer as sharp as it was at first. As a result, it got stuck in the bone seam on the golden soldier's shoulder and could not be pulled out.

The golden soldier was obviously in pain. He screamed and thrust the short spear in his hand towards Yang Yizhong. He stabbed Yang Yizhong's thigh armor. After breaking the armor, he stabbed it in the thigh. On Yang Yizhong's lap.

Then the man fell down on his back, taking Yang Yizhong's beloved Mo Dao down with him, and also knocked several golden soldiers who were following him on the ladder off the city wall.

Another burst of screams and curses came from the city. The Jin soldiers who were not injured and fell to death got up again and climbed up the long ladder.

Yang Yizhong pulled out the stabbing gun inserted in his leg, and his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground. However, he gritted his teeth and stood up straight again, reaching for the Damascus sword on his waist. He took it out, jumped up and kicked the long ladder on the city wall over, turned around and threw himself in front of another long ladder, dragged the horizontal knife in his hand, and the head of a golden soldier was scattered The blood flew out, and the headless Jin Bing's body was spraying blood mist from the cavity. He was still holding on to the long ladder, but did not fall down. It looked as weird as it seemed. He persisted for a long time. The headless body slowly slid down.

Yang Yizhong himself couldn't remember clearly how many people he had killed today, but he knew that everything was far from over, and then he rushed to another place with his sword, using all his strength, slashing and stabbing, killing The golden soldiers who ascended the city were killed one by one in front of their eyes.

No matter how powerful he was, he could not withstand too many enemies. He just led the Song army on the north city and persisted. At this critical moment, the familiar music suddenly sounded from the city, and then there was another cry of killing. , it turned out that the reinforcements dispatched by Wang Shu from the reserve team arrived.

The general leading the team climbed up the city wall and saw Yang Yizhong. He raised his sword and rushed over to kill the Jin soldiers while saying: "General Yang, the last general has come to reinforce on the order of the prince."

When Yang Yizhong saw the reinforcements coming, he relaxed a little and said, "It's good if they're here. Let's drive the gold thieves out together."

The general discovered that Yang Yizhong's leg was injured and said: "General Yang, your legs are injured. You'd better get down. I'll leave this place to the general."

Yang Yizhong shook his head and said: "It's okay, just a small injury. Let's kill the gold thief first."

Then Yang Yizhong shouted to the surrounding people: "Brothers, kill the gold thief and let's go home together."

In this way, the two sides fought until noon. The Jin army couldn't stand it any longer and then withdrew. After the Jin soldiers withdrew, Yang Yizhong suddenly collapsed on the ground. He turned to look at the dilapidated city wall covered with corpses of the two armies. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and many corpses of Song soldiers and Jin soldiers were superimposed on each other. Some people were still entangled with each other until they died. People without weapons strangled the enemy's neck with their hands, while others used their mouths to kill them. Biting the enemy's flesh tightly, the blood had already stained the city wall red, and then merged into a stream and trickled down towards the lower place. It was slippery after stepping on it, and there were still some injured people who were not dead. The pile of corpses was still groaning, and the condition was too horrific to describe.

Looking at the soldiers of the Song Army who were still standing on the city wall, at a glance, there were less than a thousand of them, and every one of them was covered in blood and injured. Some of them could only stand by relying on the guns in their hands. Steady, hunger had already eroded their bodies, and coupled with the long-term fierce fighting, many people were shaking like a pendulum.

Yang Yizhong's body ached everywhere. Fatigue and wounds were causing him constant pain. The boots were filled with blood from his thigh wounds, which were sticky and slippery.

He felt a strong thirst, so he habitually asked his soldiers to bring him water. As a result, the person who responded to him was not the soldiers he was familiar with, but another Song Army soldier who handed him a water bag. Yang Yizhong I pulled out the stopper and took a few big sips, and my burning throat felt better. My stomach was so empty that I even gurgled a few times.

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