Water Margin begins as a captain in Yanggu County

Chapter 195 He is better than that Archbishop, right?

The heavily armored cavalry charged forward, their horses' hooves moving with all their might. Their starting speed was really slow, and when they were running, they looked very bloated.

But when they really started running, it was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, and the earth was shaking.

Su Wu gestured at the left and right wings of the enemy army, read them and rushed straight to the right!
On the right was Pang Wanchun's army, with its flags and banners that were particularly conspicuous. Su Wu did not even go towards the banners, but turned further away, almost heading to the side.

The heavily-armoured cavalry were running over the newly green grass, their armor gleaming with blood in the afternoon sun. The veins on the back of Su Wu's hand clenching the reins were bulging, his face was firm, and his eyes in his iron helmet were slightly narrowed, which seemed to be murderous and cold.

The bandits' army seemed to have a sense of momentum, and even the civilian bandits did not appear to be so panicked. In comparison, the 30,000 bandits today seemed to be more like an army than the 100,000 or 200,000 bandits in the past.

Just as the iron hoof was about to crush the thieves, Su Wu saw that what they saw was not just the pale-faced fear, but actually quite a few cloth-clothed thieves rushing forward, as if they were also trying to find a way to block the strong horse's body.

However, human power is limited. When the torrent of steel comes, how can the flesh and blood resist it? Those flesh and blood bodies, like kites with broken strings, fell to the ground.

It was like an iron hammer hitting gravel, and the things that splashed everywhere were the thieves.

The iron hooves entered the battle formation, and it seemed as if a giant python was rolling hard in the mud, and people were also splashed by the giant python.

Those long spears that were taking lives were like the scales of a giant python, taking away lives.

This group of heavily armored cavalry had become increasingly familiar with such charging scenes; they had learned how to do it, and had become extremely skilled at it.

Under the big banner, Pang Wanchun looked a little dazed. In fact, he worked very hard and trained the soldiers very seriously. Although it was only for a short period of two or three months, he never slacked off.

One reason was that he was in the rear area, in Shezhou, and had never seen the prosperity of Hangzhou.

Secondly, he really liked leading troops and training them. He did not want to coerce them, nor did he want one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand bandits. He only had one or two hundred thousand men guarding Shezhou, and the money, food, and other necessities he earned were all dependent on these one or two hundred thousand men.

He knew that he could not defeat this government cavalry, and he even thought about the details of the war. However, he never expected that the oppressive force brought by the heavy armored cavalry would be so unmatched.

It was like in the side formation, even the common thieves did not avoid being defeated, and many people even went to meet the enemy, but they seemed powerless and could not stop the giant python from tumbling in the mud.

This is a kind of despair, and it does not change because of whether it is a cloth thief or an armored thief. Pang Wanchun also knows that even if the armored thief around him faces the surging heavy-armored cavalry, he will not have much resistance.

Pang Wanchun even wondered for a moment what he could do to stop the galloping iron hooves. What methods could he use?
Such heavily armored cavalry must have appeared many times on battlefields throughout history. How did others deal with them?
It's a pity that there may not be a next time. After what he saw today, he has no chance to seriously think about the answer to this matter, nor will he have the chance to face such heavy armored cavalry again.

Pang Wanchun was also thankful that the people under his command were not so vulnerable. Even if the giant python was stirring, the quagmire was still there.

But he also looked up and saw the top of Qingxi City. Holy Lord, it's time to send troops!
There was an indistinct ochre-yellow color on the top of the city wall. He stood there, seemingly motionless.

On the other side was Wang Yin, the Minister of War of the Yongle Dynasty. On his side, there were only light cavalry on the side causing trouble, and there was no frontal enemy. The more this happened, the more anxious Wang Yin became, and he kept looking towards Pang Wanchun.

I had many worries. I was worried that Pang Wanchun's troops would not be able to hold out for too long and would be defeated. If the friendly forces were defeated, the consequences would be disastrous.

He also thought that Su Wu was really too experienced. When two armies were in the same battle array, Su Wu concentrated his strength on attacking one part first.

How to do?
Should we charge forward and charge to the end? Who should we charge at? The camp of the government troops? Not to mention that the camp is also full of shining armor and high fences, the question is, is there any point in doing so?
Even if we rush into the camp, will we win?
Or will we win if we rush to Qingxi City?

Wang Yin was not panicked, but rather very calm. This battle was frustrating, helpless, and even a little confusing.

He couldn't help but look up at the city wall on Qingxi River. The ochre-yellow color was just a tiny dot and couldn't be seen clearly.

He knew that the Archbishop would not come out! He was certain of it!
The Holy Archbishop just stood there and watched the 30,000-strong army of Shezhou being defeated by several thousand government cavalry.

He won't come out!
Looking around, people were running, charging, and fighting. The sounds of shouting and wailing resounded throughout the universe...

My heart is confused...

Sometimes, there was a moment when Wang Yin was very envious, envious of Su Wu and the government army, for having so many horses and such heavily armed cavalry.

The army turned to aid Pang Wanchun at this moment? That was unrealistic. It would be impossible to command like this on the battlefield.

Then charge forward, charge to the government army camp, charge to the foot of Qingxi City...

Win or lose, I don't know what's going on.

Wang Yin rushed forward headlong. Apart from the light cavalry on the side, there was no other obstacle in front of him, so he ran very fast.

On the top of Qingxi City, Fang La had a stern face, seemingly without any expression, and seemed particularly majestic.

Zu Shiyuan asked, "Holy Lord, shall we attack?"

The Archbishop did not answer, but just looked forward with a firm gaze.

Zu Shiyuan was also looking into the distance. He was already terrified by what he saw. It was the first time he had seen such a scene of thousands of light and heavy cavalry charging into the battle formation.

The shock it brings to people is actually a feeling of powerlessness, which is really unstoppable, no matter how...

They couldn't disperse or collapse, and they couldn't be stopped. They could only watch the iron hooves gallop into the battle.

Horse, that’s great!

When a person rides on a horse, it is as if he has a super power given by God. He becomes extremely strong, extremely fast, and unstoppable.

No wonder Su Wu was so good at fighting. Maybe it wasn’t because of how Su Wu fought, maybe it was because he had so many horses…

Zu Shiyuan thought so...

Fang Jie, who was standing by, was also shocked. Apart from being shocked, he did not have so many emotional thoughts. He was envious, really envious, envious to the point of drooling...

He also said: "Holy Lord, when will I have so many horses under my command..."

The Holy Archbishop remained silent, yet with the majesty of the Emperor in his arms, his gaze remained firm as he walked away.

Zu Shiyuan was saying, "Holy Lord, Wang Yin is about to rush to the enemy camp. It will be a tough battle. We should send troops to help him now, attack him from both sides, and break the government army's camp!"

The Archbishop finally spoke: "Let's see if the enemy camp is easy to defeat..."

What are these words?

Zu Shiyuan was stunned when he heard this. Is it easy to attack the enemy camp? Of course it is not easy!
What does this mean? If the battle is difficult, then you won't send troops?

Zu Shiyuan went to see Fang Jie, who had already asked for battle: "Holy Lord, I am willing to lead 10,000 elite soldiers out of the city to help!"

"No hurry..." The Archbishop said this with a resolute face.

"Five thousand elite soldiers will do!" Fang Jie said again.

"No hurry, no hurry..." The Archbishop seemed to be in a very relaxed tone.

No hurry, let's wait and see...

Watching Wang Yin's army of more than 10,000 people charging at the camp, arrows from the government army camp were flying in the air like a plague of locusts, buzzing densely.

Big and small, long and short.

Those with armor were pierced through, and those without armor were nailed to the spot. For a moment, the charging thieves were wailing everywhere.

What was the best weapon of the Song Dynasty army? Bows, crossbows and arrows. The Song Dynasty's strong bows and crossbows had already reached the peak of the cold weapon era.

Once upon a time, during the Song-Liao War, in Chanzhou, the Liao commander-in-chief Xiao Talina was shot dead on the spot by a crossbow from the Song army while he was merely inspecting the battle line.

This is how the Alliance of Chanyuan between Song and Liao came into being. Since the Alliance of Chanyuan, there has been no war between Song and Liao for a hundred years. It is true that there has been no war. Even border conflicts rarely occur. Since then, the two brotherly countries have been friends for several generations.

Now a hundred years have passed. Today, the Song army's military preparations have long been in disrepair, and the sophisticated military equipment they produce is becoming less and less, and even the skills of many craftsmen have been slowly lost.

Take the magic arm crossbow for example. Su Wu searched all over the Song Dynasty and only got seven or eight hundred of them from Tokyo, and that was the ability of Tong Guan, the Privy Councilor.

Firing the crossbow was also very complicated. First, you had to put the crossbow on the ground and step on the crossbow arm with your foot. Then you had to bend over and pull the bowstring with both hands, and stretch your body backwards to pull the bowstring onto the trigger.

Alternatively, the crossbowman could just sit on the ground, step on the crossbow arm with his feet, pull the bowstring with both hands, and use the strength of his thighs, waist and abdomen, and arms together to pull the crossbow and open the trigger.

Ordinary men cannot open it no matter what. Only the strong men in the army can use it.

The military preparations had been neglected for a hundred years, and the soldiers had all become old and weak. How many of them could really use such crossbows? Only Su Wu, who raised soldiers with good food, vegetables and meat every day and trained them every day, could afford these seven or eight hundred divine arm crossbows.

Only about seven or eight hundred divine arm crossbows were shot out, and I don't know how many mortal bodies were pierced through. The tragedy is needless to say.

Wang Yin was standing in front of the army and was also stunned. Pang Wanchun had a battalion of divine crossbowmen and had also researched and built many hard crossbows. He had seen the training scenes, but when comparing them with what he saw, he didn't know how much of a difference there was.

The power of the crossbows was really incomparable. The crossbow of the government army in front of him made a very crisp sound when piercing armor, and the armored man in front of him fell down instantly.

Wang Yin walked forward, but he looked up at the ochre-yellow color that had become clear on the top of the city. He was fascinated by it, and was also fascinated for a moment...

He didn't believe that the Holy Archbishop didn't see the people who came one after another to the city, and didn't see how bravely Wang Yin was fighting.

But he knew that the Archbishop would not come out, definitely not.

The stockade is right in front of us, about three meters high, shall we climb it?

Inside the stockade, the armored soldiers had eyes as sharp as torches, as if their eyes were saying: Come on, come, climb!
Those armored soldiers, with spears in their hands, held straight, were just waiting, without any noise, words, or shouting, they just looked outside.

Climb?

Many people outside the village slowed down their pace and began to hesitate. Many of them looked at Wang Yin, as if asking: What should we do?
How to do?
Wang Yin looked back and saw Pang Wanchun behind him. The big flag was still there, but it was in a mess.

The men under Pang Wanchun's command did not want to be in chaos, but they were helpless to do so. The heavy cavalry were in the front and the light cavalry were in the back. There were three or four thousand cavalrymen trampling around among more than ten thousand people. How could they hold their battle formation?
The arrow was still flying, and right in front of Wang Yin, it easily pierced through his armor. The man who was shot covered his shoulder and shouted repeatedly: "Help me pull it out, quick!"

The people on both sides immediately went to help, but they did not pull out the arrow, but just broke the shaft first. They also used the simple wooden shield to block Wang Yin.

Wang Yin suddenly had an idea and shouted, "Turn the flag around and withdraw it first. Get out of the range of the arrows."

The big flag turned as it pleased, and the people who turned around ran away quickly.

More than ten thousand people came and went in tides.

The armored soldier in the stockade actually had a look of disappointment on his face. Why wouldn't he climb over when he was right in front of him?
In the Suhu area, the thieves would climb over the stockade, so why don’t the thieves in Qingxi do that?
The money is gone! The military merit reward money is gone.

A soldier turned around and asked, "Captain, can you ask the military commander if we can fight back?"

The captain was also anxious, so he turned around to look at the battalion commander, whose name was Jie Bao. He was also anxious, so he turned back twenty or thirty steps and came in front of Commander Wu, and asked, "Commander Wu, the enemy is retreating, should we go out and chase them and kill them?"

Wu Song waved his hand: "No more chasing!"

"Ah? Then..." Jie Bao was also confused.

Wu Song turned around and looked: "Look at that yellow man on the top of the city wall. That man is Fang La. We have to be careful of him coming out."

Jie Bao nodded and asked, "Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Wu Song turned his head and pointed, with a look of disdain on his face, saying: "You are a worthless person!"

"If he doesn't come out, then let's chase him out!" Jie Bao said again.

"The general's order is this, we must not act rashly! Outside the camp, the general can win!" Wu Song confirmed.

"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity..." Jie Bao nodded, walked forward and returned to where he was standing.

Shi Xiu, who was beside Wu Song, suddenly spoke up: "How about we split up the troops into two? The commander will stay here, and I will lead five hundred armored soldiers to chase them out and fight them?"

Wu Song was somewhat tempted, but he turned his head to look at the top of the city wall, and suddenly nodded: "Okay, I'll allow you to lead your battalion into the battle array, you chase them out and drive them away. If the bandits come back to fight, you can decide the situation. If you can fight, then fight. If it's really difficult to fight, then turn back!"

"Understood!" Shi Xiu bowed, ran forward, and shouted: "Jie Bao, follow me!"

Jie Bao, a man with a broad build and broad shoulders, looked even more like a bear when he put on his armor. His face lit up with joy when he heard this. All the men in his battalion were lined up in front of him. There were not many of them, only about five hundred.

Shi Xiu was wearing iron armor and holding a bone sword in his hand. He was a professional at breaking into the enemy's formation and hammering on the iron sheets. He ran straight to the gate of the village.

Jie Bao came and shouted a few words, and ordered one or two soldiers to run quickly. Five hundred people lined up and followed.

Wu Song also shouted, "Tell Jie Zhen's troops to go to where Jie Bao was just now and form a battle line."

Order the troops to go, and everything will be in order.

Shi Xiu had already chased out, how could Wang Yin not know? He turned around to look, and was afraid that the government troops in the village had come out in full force. After a moment's observation, he saw about 500 people coming out.

Wang Yin immediately shouted, "The Imperial Guard Battalion, stop and follow me back."

Wang Yin was also a brave man. It was impossible for him to command his more than 10,000 men freely, but his own battalion of personal guards could advance and retreat as they pleased.

The Royal Guard Battalion also has several hundred people, about six or seven hundred. They are all wearing armor and are carefully picked. They are the elite among the elite.

Wang Yin might still be unwilling to accept it, so he wanted to touch it, or maybe he was too frustrated this time, so he had to vent his anger somewhere...

The Archbishop watched, thinking that he was retreating without a fight, and he also wanted to prove himself.

Wang Yin was also at a loss. He didn't know how this battle would end. Even if he retreated, he didn't know where to retreat to, or what to do...

Let's have a serious fight first...

The banner is still retreating. Those who should go should go, and those who should stop should stop.

Wang Yin was waiting in the battle array, and he was the first to lead the charge. He knew that the Archbishop could see him, and he could also see the Archbishop.

After only forty or fifty steps, Wang Yin took a running step. Running means momentum, and momentum is also very important at such a time.

The iron sheet that had been hammered for thousands of times was smashed into pieces, and sparks flew everywhere. The leather rope connecting the iron sheet was always strong, but it broke very easily at this moment...

Bones were shattering, capillaries were breaking, muscles were tearing, and the soldier was grimacing. The bone hit his face, blood flew out with saliva and teeth, his nose was sore, and his eyes could no longer be opened...

The bone hit the iron helmet, causing it to collapse immediately, taking the skull with it. The man was originally standing upright, but he also collapsed with a loud bang.

I would like to ask the elite bandit troops in front of us, have you ever smashed the iron armor?
Many people actually smashed it. For example, the armor on his body was originally worn by the government soldiers. He only got it by smashing the government soldiers.

Let me ask the thief in front of me, have you ever fought with the armored ones?
Is there any? It can be said that there is, but this scene is the first time, the first time that armored vehicles hit each other like this.

There were also many bandits who had no tools to break the armor at all, and they were holding long knives or spears in their hands, while the government troops had bone hammers, round hammers, flails, pickaxes... all kinds of tools.

That is, no one held a knife in his hand. The knives were all in the scabbards at their waists and were not drawn or held in the hands.

This is experience. At this moment, blunt instruments are more useful.

Killing someone is like eating crabs. You have to smash the crab shells one by one.

Shi Xiu was already too skilled. He hit the target skillfully, one after another, steadily, accurately and ruthlessly, hitting the head and face one by one. If one hit did not knock the target down, he would hit again.

Wang Yin was not that skilled. He also had a long spear in his hand. It was a solid iron spear, which could be used as a blunt weapon. However, it was difficult to use it in a crowded crowd. It was difficult to exert force, because if the enemy was too brave, he would be face to face...

If he had Wu Song's strength, he could throw the man away with one hand, but unfortunately he didn't, so he pushed, shoved and bumped him, looking a bit embarrassed...

Seeing the people around him falling one by one, Wang Yin suddenly had an idea at a certain moment. He was convinced, really convinced this time.

I can’t win. There is no other reason or excuse. I just can’t win.

If you think about it, we don't have enough experience, training, strength, and morale.

I just can't beat him, so what else can I say?

Holy Anglican!

It’s not the fault of war!
Wang Yin took two steps back and looked up at the Holy Archbishop again!
The Archbishop was also looking at him, and there were some ripples of emotion on his dignified and resolute face...

Zu Shiyuan frowned and said nothing more about going to war. He knew that under the current situation, the Holy Duke would never go to war again.

I also know better how the Archbishop would send troops to attack.
Otherwise, the situation outside the city is stalemate, with both sides fighting each other fiercely and reaching the end of their strength.

Otherwise, Wang Yin and Pang Wanchun will win big...

These two situations will no longer exist!

Therefore, the Archbishop will definitely not send troops to fight today.

Fang Jie, standing aside, was gritting his teeth and cursing, "Wang Yin, you retreated in the middle of a battle. The five hundred Song bandits turned around to attack him and it seemed like they were going to retreat again. You are truly incompetent!"

Then he cursed the people in the distance: "That Pang Wanchun, he said he trained the soldiers well and diligently, but now it seems like he is herding pigs and sheep... They are all incompetent, incompetent!"

Then he said again: "Sage, I am willing to fight. Regardless of victory or defeat, I will go out of the city and fight to the death. This will teach Wang Yin and Pang Wanchun how I fight to the death, and also teach the officers and soldiers how powerful we are!"

But looking at the man in the ochre-yellow robe, he suddenly turned his head and stopped looking at the battlefield outside the city. He also suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs on the top of the city.

The moment he lowered his head to look at the stairs, the majesty and determination of the emperor were no longer on Fang La's face. He just looked at the stairs and walked down quickly.

Zu Shiyuan hurried over and said, "General Fang, you stay on the top of the city, I will follow the Holy Lord!"

Fang Jie also started to walk, but he stopped when he heard the words, nodded, and looked outside the city.

Zu Shiyuan's words came: "General Fang, without military orders, you are not allowed to lead your troops out of the city!"

There were not just one or two people on the top of the city wall, but thousands of soldiers guarding the city, all watching...

Look at the Shezhou army, they are like ants being fried in a pan, jumping around in all directions.

One part is like the receding tide, but no one knows where it will retreat to.

There was also a small group of armored personnel who were at the closest area, engaged in a fierce battle. They were obviously being beaten so hard that they could not fight back. You could see the armored personnel falling down in rows, like sickles harvesting wheat.

That small group of armored men suddenly turned around and started walking, fighting as they went. It was ambiguous. To say they were defeated was not the case, and to say they were brave was not the case either...

Who could not see this? This was going to be a defeat, a great defeat for the thirty or forty thousand Shezhou soldiers.

The defeated people felt tight in their hearts and their throats were blocked, as if they couldn't breathe. Watching the fight was really nervous, so nervous that they were out of breath, so nervous that their hands holding the spears were sweating.

How could Wang Yin not know that he was losing? He turned around and looked at the two large banners, one belonging to himself and the other to Pang Wanchun.

He turned around and ran, first towards his own banner. It was actually not far away, only two or three hundred steps. As for what was behind him, he didn't care, and he was not a coward who wanted to escape.

He wanted to command, command his own banner to go towards Pang Wanchun's banner. As for how many people he could command, he didn't know.

He just wanted to see Pang Wanchun first in this chaotic army.

Pang Wanchun also seemed to be approaching Wang Yin, as if at this moment, the two of them had an inexplicable tacit understanding.

It seemed that Pang Wanchun was unable to manage the Ma Tuan with more than ten thousand men under his command. The heavy armored cavalry was too difficult to defeat.

Su Wu was also too relaxed. It was already the nth time that he had personally led the heavy cavalry to charge into the battle. There were no surprises. It couldn't be said to be easy, but it wasn't difficult either.

It was as if they were following a planned plan, rushing forward like this, how to get out, how to come back after getting out, the army of 30,000 people was not very forgiving, they still had horsepower, so they could charge again and again.

If you meet someone, then stab him. If you don't meet anyone, then stand up from the stirrups and look around to see the situation.

And Fan Yun, who was covered in armor, was blocking the way in front, and he could even turn around and shout: "General, there are a lot of thieves over there!"

The general stood up and looked, nodding: "Go over there!"

Fan Yun turned around, sat down, and looked back at the general again. Anyway, he had to block the general behind him. That day, he owed the general a life, and now he was not thinking about repaying him. Anyway, he had to block the general behind him.

Not far away, there were the bandits. In his sight, the roaring heavy cavalry was rushing towards him. In his eyes, the heavy cavalry came from far away, from small to big, towering in front of him, like a mountain pressing down.

He had to look up to see the knight's head. The knight had no facial features, only his eyes, which revealed a glimmer of light. The gaze was cold and captivating!

Then, he couldn't see anything anymore, and he fell to the ground, feeling like many horses' hooves were trampling on his body. It didn't hurt, but he couldn't breathe. He wanted to breathe, and he had to breathe hard...

As I panted and panted, I felt comfortable, my whole body felt comfortable... I felt soft as cotton, my whole body felt relaxed, my eyelids felt heavy, and I slept peacefully...

In fact, the moment of death is not painful, but a kind of liberation in consciousness. It is not darkness, nor fear, but nothingness. It is gone... everything is gone...

Wang Yin, I don’t know how many soldiers he still has with him, but his big flag is still there.

Pang Wanchun didn’t know how many soldiers he had with him, but he still had a big banner by his side.

Two large banners gathered together, and one of them shouted, "General Pang!"

One of them responded: "Minister Wang, I'm here!"

When the two armored men met, they both felt a lump in their noses for a moment. This was expected before the war, but when the moment really came, how could they not be so sad and heartbroken?
"What should we do?" Pang Wanchun asked.

Wang Yin shook his head, looked around, and shook his head again.

"Then die!" Pang Wanchun said angrily, but his eyes were on the top of Qingxi City. He could not see the conspicuous ochre yellow. He was very angry in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it.

"Dead..." Wang Yin repeated, sighing repeatedly.

"Minister Wang, Qingxi should not have come. If I were to guard the Yuling Pass, what could these more than 10,000 government troops do to me?" Pang Wanchun said again.

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord..." Wang Yin said this, his heart as if dead.

"What a bullshit saint! What god descending to the earth, what reincarnation! It's all bullshit!" Pang Wanchun finally knew what to say.

Just these words, the surrounding armored personnel stared in amazement, and then became dumbfounded...

Pang Wanchun then said, "Don't look at me, look at where the Holy Lord is. We are here to help him, where are the others?"

In the past, Wang Yin would have certainly scolded Pang Wanchun to stop him. But at this moment, Wang Yin did not say much. He only said, "Even if the Holy Lord sends troops, what can they do? Can they stop thousands of iron hooves from trampling on us? Perhaps... it is right to defend the city tightly..."

"Since it's right to defend the city tightly, then I shouldn't have to wait here!" After Pang Wanchun said the first sentence, he no longer had any scruples and it didn't matter if he said it again and again.

Then they saw the three or four thousand cavalrymen who were charging into the battle formation suddenly turned around and came. They saw that the two large flags were combined into one, and there were quite a few people gathered here. How could they not come?

Pang Wanchun shouted: "Quick, circle it up, make a circle!"

Many men quickly surrounded the area from all sides, protecting the two large banners in the middle of the circle, standing ready with pale faces, waiting for the government troops to attack.

The iron hooves came as expected, but did not step on the ground. They ran around the big ring, raising dust and making people's ears buzz.

Only at this time did Wang Yin realize that there were only seven or eight hundred people besides the two large banners.

However, he was surrounded by three or four thousand cavalrymen and had no chance of escaping.

In the distance, there were many people. Some were running away, some were not running, but were standing still and watching from afar, and some were anxious but didn't know what to do...

It is definitely impossible for anyone to come here!

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to be frozen.

It's a strange thing.

The iron cavalry circled several times and slowly moved away. The light cavalry came again and circled several times before slowly stopping.

Several hundred more armored men came. They were the five hundred men who came out of the camp. They slowly walked in through the gaps between the horses. Each one of them was covered in blood and looked like they had just come out of hell.

Wang Yin and Pang Wanchun looked at each other. Pang Wanchun said, "We have no other options left. Let's just fight them!"

Wang Yin, however, stretched out his hand to block the attack, looked around, and shouted loudly: "General Su, General Su!"

General Su could hear it, and stepped out of the crowd, grunting in reply, "Who is it?"

When Wang Yin saw him, he saw that he was covered in iron armor. The tall horse he was riding was also covered in armor, with an iron helmet covering his face. He looked really majestic and strong.

Wang Yin replied: "General Su, my name is Wang Yin, and I am the leader here. I have been defeated so badly that I am convinced and willing to... surrender! The people under my command are all poor people. I hope General Su will be merciful and let them live!"

Su Wu was stunned when he heard this. General Su?
Where is old?
Or is it that when the news from Suzhou, Lake Taiwan and Hangzhou spread to Xishe Prefecture in Muzhou, many things have changed?

It is said that Su Wu is an old general?
Su Wu lifted up the helmet that covered his face, glanced at the bandits with a sharp gaze, and the horse under him moved back and forth a few times, and nodded: "You can live!"

Having said that, Su Wu reined in his horse and turned away.

Wang Yin, on the other hand, looked stunned. He exchanged glances with Pang Wanchun, who also looked stunned. It was obvious that the two of them really thought that Su Wu was an old general. Jingdong was thousands of miles away from here.

They had never heard of Su Wu before, even when Su Wu was the vanguard general, the two had not heard of Su Wu's name. It was not until Su Wu really won a series of victories that Su Wu's name first reached Shezhou.

It's not that Wang Yin and Pang Wanchun have any problems, they are just asking, a person who is the most valued by the 67-year-old Privy Councilor, a general who has already led tens of thousands of elite troops in the court, in this great Song Dynasty, can he not be an old general?

But just now, when the iron helmet was lifted up, revealing a young face, how could the two of them not be stunned?

Lin Chong was already shouting: "Put down your weapons and kneel on the ground!"

Seven or eight hundred bandits all looked at the two men under the big banner.

Wang Yin nodded to Pang Wanchun, then knelt on the ground. Then, seven or eight hundred people all knelt on the ground.

Only Pang Wanchun did not kneel, but stood there alone!

Lin Chong was laughing: "This guy, please die!"

Then he turned around and shouted: "General, this guy wants to die!"

Those who couldn't see the general could hear his words: "Shoot him!"

Wang Yin suddenly stood up and hugged Pang Wanchun, saying, "Just listen to me. I'll tell you the rest later. Maybe... it will be a different fate. It's not a loss for your ability, brother."

Hugging is actually dragging, and dragging is actually pressing. Let’s not talk about kneeling. First, lower the person so that he/she doesn’t stand out in the crowd.

Wang Yin was also good at martial arts. Pang Wanchun was caught off guard and was forced to lower himself. Wang Yin hurriedly said, "General Su deliberately surrounded us without using his horse's hooves to trample us. He must have taken a liking to you and me..."

"What do you like?" Pang Wanchun asked.

"I just admire your and my abilities..." Wang Yin said hurriedly.

"You and I have both been defeated to such an extent, what abilities do we still have to talk about?" Pang Wanchun said again.

"Yes, yes, yes, there must be one. Don't worry, if you die here, your life will be lived in vain." Wang Yin kept saying this, and stretched out his arm to put it on Pang Wanchun's shoulder, fearing that Pang Wanchun would stand up again.

There was also the knight Lin Chong who said with a smile: "Hey, I did escape... I don't want to die!"

Upon hearing this, Pang Wanchun wanted to stand up again. Wang Yin dragged him back, "Brother, listen to me. General Su is really different from others! Look at the number of strong soldiers and generals under his command. He is so capable of commanding them like an arm. He must be no ordinary person!"

"He..." Pang Wanchun was speechless but didn't know how to say it.

Wang Yin thought quickly: "He is better than the Holy Archbishop, right?"

"Huh?" Pang Wanchun was stunned, and really stopped exerting any strength... It seemed that Wang Yin's words inexplicably had an incomparable persuasive power.

(Brothers, I feel much better...)
(End of this chapter)