Northern Song Dynasty Revitalization Strategy

Chapter 138
Wang Ting stretched out his hand to cover the afternoon sun. Although the vernal equinox had just passed, the sun's sunlight had already become a little dazzling.His weak physical strength made him feel dizzy.

The footsteps are a little unsteady.

When all things were reborn, I chose such a path of no return.

Wanyan Zonghan's attack was well-founded, but Wang Ti didn't find many opportunities.

I only have the army of more than [-] people left. The Song Dynasty has no armor, and the young people in the city are just dying when they leave the city. It is better to arrange them in the alleys of the city.

Maybe Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi's vision can be realized, using T-shaped street to stop the galloping pace of Jin soldiers?
Nonsence!

Wang Ting spat out Xuemo, he had already been shot three times.

Fortunately, the infantry armor is also a double-layer cold-forged armor, otherwise the three guns pierced him, and he would have died.

"Gululu." Wang Ting heard the sound of his stomach growling again.But this time it wasn't his, but the voice from the stomach of the soldier next to him.

The personal soldiers went down to the building to fight to the death, and most of them gave the morning ration share to the young men in the city.

The three thousand men of the Jiesheng Army!Born to be a hero!Death is also a ghost!

Wang Ting memorized this summer quatrain from Bianjing. At this moment, the three thousand victorious troops deserved this honor!

They did it!
They also died.

The cavalry charging into the formation is far more difficult to deal with than imagined. Tens of thousands of cavalry against [-] infantry are enough to form a crushing trend.

Of his three thousand victorious troops, only two hundred remained.

"I didn't eat in the morning, and I don't have much strength. Can you still lift the weapons in your hands?" Wang Ting asked weakly.

The soldiers replied scatteredly: "Yes."

"If you still have the strength to raise your weapon, do you still have the strength to kill the enemy?" Wang Ting asked with his voice raised a few times.

The answers from the two hundred guardsmen were no longer fragmented, they all answered in unison: "Yes!"

Wang Ting inspected back and forth, nodded, and shouted loudly: "Fight! Fight is sure to win!!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The two hundred guards slapped the ring swords and the armor on their bodies, charging forward step by step.

From messy to uniform percussion, there is a faint sound of gold and iron horses passing on the battlefield non-stop.

The defenders on the tower in Taiyuan City saw Wang Ting's charging figure, and tears rolled down their cheeks.

A battle to the death!Go through fire and water!
Wang Jun used his life to tell the citizens of Taiyuan what is life and what is death!

What is heavier than Mount Tai.What is lighter than a feather.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil!"

"A strong man drinks all the wine in his bowl, and he will never turn back on a journey of thousands of miles!" The intermittent war song rang out slowly on the Fenhe Plain in front of Taiyuan City.

Wanyan Zonghan pushed all the soldiers who were on the way as if he was crazy, and he roared: "Go! Go and kill them for me! Go!"

"No one is allowed to stay! Kill them all! All of them!"

The sound of war drums sounded again, and Wanyan Zonghan's dense army began to accelerate towards Wang Tin's army formation, and began another charge.

This time, it will be hard to escape.

Wang Tin's team of 200 people rushed towards the enemy's formation like ants.

The mantis arm is like a chariot, it is for human beings, and it must be brave for the world.

How easy is it to shake a tree?Ants shaking a big tree, is it ridiculous?

Looking from the city of Taiyuan, facing the huge golden soldiers fully deployed on the horizon, Wang Zhi's steps forward to death are indeed the way to die.

But this pace is so firm, it seems to move the world.

The figure of Wang Ting, the figure of two hundred dead men, had already begun to contact the golden soldiers on the pavement ground.

Life, what joy is there, death, what trouble is it, life and death are endless, life and death die, come out of the Tao and enter the Tao, joy and sorrow, dust to dust, dust to dust.

Wang Ting handed out the Mazha knife in his hand, chopped it on the horse's leg, and pressed it hard on the enemy's corpse. With all his strength, he removed the enemy's neck, circled the ring head knife, and cut off the golden man's body. head.

After killing an enemy, he didn't stop, but continued to move forward, constantly waving the Mazha knife in his hand!

kill!kill!kill!

He only had this thought in his mind, as a person who charged into the battle, he had to be brave, otherwise the people behind him would be scattered by the cavalry, and there would be no chance of survival.

I don't know how long it took, and Wang Ting finally lay down on the ground exhausted.

He was tired and couldn't cut anymore.

There were too many wounds on his body, there were at least fifteen gunshot wounds, not counting the lost blood, which were constantly taking away his vitality.

He stared blankly at the crows circling in the sky, after all, he did not change the ending of death in Taiyuan Chengpo.

How can manpower beat heaven?

This day is certainly not a golden man.

The Great Song Dynasty was about to die, but not because of the sharpness of the soldiers of the Jin Dynasty.

It died in the corruption of the Song Dynasty.

Why resist so tenaciously?
The death of a person can be regarded as death or exile.

No matter what it is, it is unacceptable treatment for Song people who are used to three full meals, used to listening to books in Washe, and used to bragging at tea stalls.

He chuckled lightly when he thought of the stories he had heard and made up by those storytellers in Washeri.

Some kind.

In Washer's Romance, he made himself into a big villain who never met in a thousand years, and said that he was the executioner of the common people.Because he participated in the suppression of Fang La and Song Jiang.

The Romance of Washe could be passed on from the end of Han Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, presumably the name of myself as a treacherous official and a big villain could have been passed on for a longer time.

I am a treacherous minister, a villain, today, I will die for the country, and I will die without regret.

After all, I failed to save Taiyuan City and the people of Li.

The current Taiyuan City should be turned into a sea of ​​flames, no, the houses in Taiyuan City, even the beams of the magistrate's yamen have been demolished, how can there be fire?
It should be that the towers were destroyed by the golden soldiers, and the trebuchets on the Yanchi platform were useless because the golden soldiers approached. No matter how old or young the Taiyuan City was, under the sword of the golden soldiers, they turned into strands of dead souls.

Why do these barbaric northerners like to massacre cities?

It was Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi whom he had always looked down upon. When he destroyed the Northern Han Dynasty and occupied the capital, he also drove out the people before setting fire to the city and destroying it with water. He never committed any massacre.

It was this brutality that he resisted.

He turned his head and glanced at Taiyuan City. It was different from what he had imagined. Why did it look like soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were cheering?

Sure enough, he was about to die, and they were no longer afraid, did they all surrender?

It's not quite right, because the trebuchet is still crazily shooting crocks one by one, smashing into the golden army formation.

Soon, Wang Ting discovered something even more wrong, that is, he was exhausted, lying here for half a day, why hasn't anyone come to make up the knife?
Killing himself, the general who defends the city, is at least a reward for a thousand households. When did the golden soldiers who screamed for military exploits in every battle start to be timid?

"Wang Jundu, do you still have the strength?" A voice came, and Wang Ting frowned.

This is the voice of a Han Chinese. If there is no accident, it should be the voice of the military officer of the Song Dynasty who surrendered. Are they trying to persuade them to surrender?
Nonsence!

He despises this kind of person the most, for his own sake!Ignoring the people under the rule, how is it different from animals?
"Wang Jundu?" The voice gradually became clearer, and it seemed to be getting closer!
Wang Ting stood up with all his strength, and with the last bit of strength recovered from rest, he handed out the Mazha knife!

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