Song Dynasty

Chapter 157 One that shines is enough
Victory, victory!
At this moment, Wang Shen felt endless joy.

He didn't bother to hide his true mood in front of others. The depression, anger, and unwillingness of this month had all turned into crazy laughter.

Yang Zaixing, Yang Zaixing, it doesn't matter how famous you are in real history, you are nothing more than a reckless man.War is not something that can be solved by one or two so-called masters. Today I will show you what is a strategy and what is an invincible iron army restrained by strict military discipline.

Surprisingly, Yang Zaixing was not injured at all, but he was a little at a loss by the sudden change before his eyes.Seeing the cavalry rushing, he raised his finger and came over, as if shouting something loudly.Then, he drew out his knife and slashed wildly.

The group of Pan Wangjun in black clothes and armor around him quickly gathered together after a short period of panic, and at the same time drew the bow on their backs and shot at the cavalry.

It can be seen that these Yao people are well-trained, brave and brave to fight, they are first-class warriors and worthy opponents.

It's a pity that the fire was steaming, and the hot and cold convection stirred up gusts of wind in the valley.The arrows were blown wildly in the air, and they were no longer accurate.

The dozen or so cavalrymen who rushed to the front were shot into hedgehogs, and there was the sound of puffy horses falling, and those who did not fall from their horses gritted their teeth and persisted.

Wang Shen was also hit by several arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing heavy armor, but he was not injured at all.With a wave of his hand, he pulled out the arrows one by one and threw them on the ground.

Condescending, the fast horse charged, and in a blink of an eye, King Pan's army was crushed by Ta Bai.

It is too simple to ride a broken step.Wang Shen was in a trance, and sighed in a blink of an eye: How did the Western Army resist the Xixia and Liao cavalry charging into the battle, and I don't know how many soldiers were sacrificed.Dasongchao, hehe, Dasongchao, your incompetence and corruption have made many hot-blooded men die with regret.

The fire has been trampled by thousands of people's legs and horseshoes, and it has become much smaller, but the smoke is even bigger, and the sun above the head has been shrouded in black.

Pieces of ash drifted in the wind like heavy snow.

All things return to chaos.

After the cavalry rushed over, the infantry behind followed, and fierce hand-to-hand combat was staged.

The suddenly rewinding smoke engulfed everyone, and Yang Zaixing couldn't see it anymore.The cavalry charged and passed the enemy in the blink of an eye.I don't know how long it will take to meet again.

However, it doesn't matter.Killing the general and capturing the flag can certainly hit the enemy's morale to the greatest extent, but now that the victory is in hand, it is no longer important to win the enemy's chieftain.

It had been a long time since he had slaughtered so heartily, the Saber in Wang Shen's hand drew a ball of silver light, and everywhere the light was, there were corpses scattered all over the place.No one can stop his sword power, the gun breaks when the gun comes, and the knife breaks when the knife comes.Even the iron armor on the enemy is like paper under his own strength and sharp blade.

At that time, Wang Shen admired the Pan Wangjun personally led by Yang Zaixing.Although these men from Dayao Mountain are not tall, they are extremely brave. They have been rushed to pieces by the cavalry, and they have been trampled to pieces by horseshoes, but there is no one standing. Turn around and run away.Instead, he drew out the machete on his back and rushed forward fearlessly until he fell down and stopped breathing.

Ever since Wang Shen traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty, he has fought countless times on the field of life and death, so he naturally knows how fragile a person's life is on the battlefield.In addition to handling military affairs on weekdays, he is proud of his strength, and has formulated a strict physical training plan.During the eight hours of the day, he spends four hours on the training ground.The heavy stone lock used to be held in the hand, and can be easily thrown and caught.In order to build muscle, he ate five meals a day, and his muscles gradually became fuller. There was already a clear murloc line, and he felt that he was much stronger than when he first crossed in terms of strength and skills.

Under the sprinting force of the horse, the bamboo armor on Pan Wangjun's body looked so fragile.

Born out of the army of the Ming Dynasty, the horse-chopping knife was extremely sharp. When it was swung at high speed, a head flew into the air, and the arms that swung the long knife seemed to have no resistance at all.

At this time, the war horse was blocked by the crowd and could no longer run.Wang Shen turned his horse's head and looked around, the enemy's infantry had no power to fight back under Ta Bai's rough and simple impact.The cavalry would not fight the enemy at all, they would just gallop their horses, knock the enemy to the ground, and then leave the enemy who fell on the ground that had been scorched by the fire to the surging horseshoes behind.

Pan Wangjun was submerged in an instant, and then he was never seen again.

After eliminating Yang Zaixing's elite personal soldiers, the cavalry turned on the rest of the chaotic enemy infantry.They dashed back and forth among the enemy crowd like red-hot iron knives cutting through butter.

Behind, the infantry of the back Wei and the front army reaped the lives of the enemy in an orderly and calm manner.If Ruo Tabai is the fire, they are the cold ice.

No, a merciless and efficient stone mill, a killing machine.

The human blood spread under the body of the deceased, forming a single piece, flowing onto the fire with a "puff" sound, and the stench rose to the sky.

Now it's just the time to get some results. On a normal battlefield, Wang Shen will definitely change his tactics by this time.At least not rushing so hard, but slowing down a little to drive away the enemy's rout.Then let the light cavalry chase after it, and end the battle easily and happily.

However, today he only wanted more and more violent killings.

The situation is already quite bad. After defeating Yang Zaixing's 1 troops, there are more than 3 other bandit troops waiting on the Yangtze River.There are still more enemies in Anlu and Hanyang. Counting them, they have reached an astonishing [-]. How can we fight them/
Only by means of thunder and a boundless sea of ​​blood can the crowd of ugliness be deterred and let them know that I, Wang Shen, are the real God of Killing.

If you don't want to die, get out of here!

Breathing in the air that was mostly hot and dusty, the liquid in his body seemed to start to boil.

The boundless killing intent could no longer be restrained, Wang Shen threw the Saber to Feng Changqing, who was closely guarding him, drew out his hard bow, and shot forward incessantly.

In the chaotic crowd, what is a more efficient means of killing than bows and arrows?

After a long period of training, this hard bow is as easy to draw as cotton.

Wang Shen's arrows are designed to take the enemy's face, and his archery skills are so powerful.

Continuous shooting, bow left and right, one enemy after another was shot in the forehead and died instantly.

In a blink of an eye, the arrows in the bag were exhausted, and a guard handed over another handful.

In front of him, a wide and uninhabited passage had been shot out by bows and arrows.

At this time, Wang Shen felt that his hands had never been so hot, no matter how he ejaculated.But let the flying generals of Dragon City be here, not Huma Duyin Mountain.

Can't help feeling high-spirited, shouted: "The one that shines, one is enough!"

The tongue burst into spring thunder, and the rolling smoke seemed to be panicked by the sound wave and dodged away.

"Military envoy, army envoy, army envoy!" Seeing his majesty, the cavalry cheered in unison.

(End of this chapter)