Northern Song Dynasty Revitalization Strategy

Chapter 137 A Showdown Between Madmen

Wang Ting waited intently, holding his breath, bent down to lower his center of gravity, tightly gripped the long knife in his hand, and waited with solemn eyes.

Because the cavalry of the golden soldiers, the kidnapper horse and the iron Buddha were quickly approaching them.

What does it feel like to face a cavalry charge of more than [-] people head-on?

Under the trampling of the horseshoes, the earth kept vibrating. The land was shaking, sinking, and dissolving, trembling like the sea.

And the dust raised by tens of thousands of cavalry covered the sky and the sun, turning the sky into a blue-gray color. The sunlight weakly penetrated the smoke and dust, and the golden soldier with a ghost face could barely be seen in the smoke and dust.

The sounds of golden drums, iron hooves, and roars woven out the sonorous sound of death, which kept rushing towards Wang Zhi's three thousand victorious troops.

Wang Ting was panting heavily, his voice echoed constantly in the pockets and dunks, which gave him a slight illusion, as if it was a call from the underworld, someone in his heart was constantly shouting, escape here quickly!

Faced with this impact, Wang Ting took a deep breath, grabbed the dead body under his feet, and waited for the impact.

The soldiers of the Jiesheng Army imitated Wang Teng's movements without saying a word, grabbed the corpse, and used it as a buffer for the cavalry's charge.

There were no 楯 chariots, no 楯 soldiers, because the big 楯 had already been dismantled to make string towers and catapults on the Yanchi platform, and they had no more wood to make big 楯.

If it wasn't for running out of fuel, how could Wang Ting, as a battle-hardened general, lead his cronies down the stairs and fight to the death?

Wang Ting looked back at Taiyuan City greedily.

Taiyuan was absolutely aided, the army and the people were out of food, there was no danger to defend, the city wall was broken, and the catapults on the Yanchi platform were still roaring, hitting the catapults of the golden soldiers, and now there was no time to take care of the cavalry's charge.

There are still some Han family men holding bows and crossbows in their hands on the floor.

enough.

Why do I complain, why should a man be afraid of life and death!
"squat!"

Wang Ting shouted loudly, lowered the center of gravity of his body, and put the corpse in his hand on his shoulders to meet the charge of Tiefutu.

In the constant charge, the light cavalry on both sides of the kidnapper horse came to the end, and the iron pagoda with three horses connected together was more suitable for charging.

Tie Futu's speed was not fast, but he rushed into the camp of Wang Zhi's soldiers who had no chariots and soldiers.

Countless soldiers fell to the ground with blood splattered everywhere, resisting the enemy's impact with their own lives, and also slowed down the speed of the heavy cavalry.

Tiefutu lost his speed, and several Song people rushed forward, cut off the horse's legs, dragged the knight off the horse, pulled out a two-finger-wide ring knife, inserted it through the gap in the neck, and stabbed Tiefutu's cavalry to death .

Occasionally, some soldiers struggled to hold down the cavalry pawn of Tiefutu, inserted the arrowhead forcefully along the eyehole of the ghost face, and then turned it hard, killing the cavalry completely.

Of course, more iron Buddhas were condescending, raising the long knives in their hands high, and slashing down, just drawing blood injections.

Kidnapper horse's two-winged light cavalry quickly surrounded the entire Wang Zhijie's army formation, shooting around and around, constantly harvesting the young lives in Wang Zhi's army formation.

War has never been so cruel.

Wang Teng was able to attack the Han'er army and Khitan slaves without changing his face, and the Jin people also attacked the soldiers of the Jiesheng army without mercy.

Wanyan Zonghan frowned and looked at the battle formation in the distance. He had never seen such a tenacious defender. It would be great if this army belonged to the Kingdom of Jin. Unfortunately, they don't have such a tough army, even though they are famous for their tenacity .

pity.

The time spent in attacking Taiyuan City has exceeded his expectation.

Bingzhou Taiyuan City has been stalemate for more than 200 days. Wanyan Zonghan didn't expect that he stopped in front of the earthen city wall less than ten meters away.

In the Fen River, all the larger stones were used by him as stones for the catapults for attacking the city.

From the beginning of autumn to the beginning of winter, and then from the winter solstice to the beginning of spring, there were nine large-scale sieges, and there were countless harassment battles in peacetime.

He even used the cowhide army, but he couldn't break through the city.

The Cowhide Army, an elite force of gold soldiers wrapped in several layers of cowhide, charged towards the towers with fierce fire oil, intending to burn down all the towers.

However, they were still forced back by a group of archers who could hit holes the size of coins at thirty paces.

He never thought it would be so difficult!
In this siege led by more than [-] Han soldiers and Khitannu, when he thought he was sure of victory, this tenacious soldier still taught him enough lessons.

This magical country!
Their nobility has been corrupted to the point where both humans and gods are indignant. What are they holding on to?
Don't they know that this tenacious resistance will only bring more carnage?
Why are they like this?

This has become Wan Yan Zonghan's most troublesome problem these days. He must figure this out before he can continue to go south.

Otherwise, this brigade with only 5 elite soldiers would have been completely consumed before reaching Bianjing City?

He soon had no time to think, because the situation of the battle had already been decided.

Kidnapper Ma and Tie Futu rushed into the Jiesheng Army formation, interspersed with one back and forth, and there were less than 200 Taiyuan defenders who could stand.

They stood scattered among the numerous corpses, many of them were covered with blood, and it was not clear whether the bloodstains belonged to the enemy or their own.

More than two hundred people stood there in a daze, until they saw the commanding officers of Wang Teng's army not far away, still standing there, as if they had a support in their hearts, they slowly gathered together.

But Wanyan Zonghan stood up.

what are they going to do! !Haven't they collapsed yet?

Are they crazy? !Do not!
No madman should act like this!
The Kidnapper Horse and the Tiefutu suffered heavy damage as well, and many war horses that had lost their legs were still turning their bodies, stirring up the battlefield that was already like a piece of mud.

But Wang Ting gathered his troops, stood up straight again, and raised the Mazha knife in his hand again.

His Mazha knife pointed in the direction of Jin Bing.

This is a respite, as long as Wang Tin's Jiesheng army no longer blocks the way of Jin Bing's advance, and they flee to the two wings, Jin Bing has no interest in chasing them.

They are more interested in Chuanlou, Yanchi Terrace, Taiyuan City, and slaughtering to vent their anger.

But the two hundred or so people stood up straight like this, forming an extremely crude army formation, stepped across the corpse, and once again pointed the blade in their hands at the mighty golden soldier!

Why should they!
Wanyan Zonghan was furious!

This is humiliation!

Obviously I have defeated them!
Obviously the enemy has changed from 3000 to 200, why can't he feel the joy of victory!

On the contrary, there is a kind of fear deeply buried in his heart!
"Rush over! Kill them! Not one! Not one! Kill them all! All!"

　Thank you "Nine Princes of a Thousand Years" for your reward, thank you for your support.

　　
　
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