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Chapter 340

A long trumpet sound of 'Dirty ~' sounded on the north gate of Haiyang City.

It was Zhan Xiang, the girl with a broad mind and the largest natural lung capacity. After taking a deep breath, she blew a bull horn on her waist while gaining another cup.

The sudden and shrill sound of the horn, even in such a rainy night, immediately conveyed a long distance.

In the sound of such horns, everyone in the Xuan Ge Battalion also took different actions.

A little far away, at a position several miles away, when Yang Dongli heard the sound of the horn, he immediately yelled out "get on the horse".

Under such an order, the 370 people who were standing directly in the heavy rain and silently drenched in the rain wiped their faces with rainwater.

All the oilcloths that covered the horses were removed one after another.

Yes, that's right!These people would rather drench themselves in the rain than let their war horses be drenched by the rain.

Because war horses are more delicate than humans, they are also more important in the upcoming battle, so they must be taken care of carefully.

Another thing that needs to be explained is that Yang Dongli and others put on a layer of leather armor covered with some iron armor on the heads, chest and abdomen of these war horses.

It can be regarded as letting them temporarily become heavy cavalry.

This is also the most important trump card in Hu Biao's actions tonight; as long as they can rush into the city, it will be a massacre for the defenders who got up in a hurry.

After the tarpaulin was lifted, Wu Zu, A Li and others got on their horses one after another like Yang Dongli, whipped their horses and rushed towards the north gate of Haiyang City.

In an instant, those dense sounds of horseshoes became the most powerful sound on the battlefield.

When the horse speed gradually increased, there was no need for Yang Dongli to issue redundant orders.

Everyone spontaneously took a spear from the Desheng hook of the war horse, pointed it straight forward with their right hand and armpit.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky at this moment, briefly dispelling the heavy night.

Under the light of the bright lightning, these heavy cavalrymen who were coming back to Haiyang City held a long spear like a forest in their hands.

If it weren't for the fact that many people were not good at riding and looked a little staggered on horseback, the scene would have been even more spectacular...

In a nearby position, Hu Biao shouted "follow me".

Holding a spear picked up in both hands, he took the lead and killed in the direction to the right.

Let Hu Biao have such a reflection, mainly because five or six meters away on the right hand side, there is a staircase slanting down, which can finally reach the north gate.

As long as they rush down the stairs and open the north gate, Lao Yang and his party can crash in like a steamroller if they don't ride properly.

But before this, all the opponents in front of the north gate need to be killed.

For example: the Jurchen officer who brandished a mace in his hand and smashed the big fish and Fengrui off the city wall one after another, and even killed several soldiers in the battalion.

This grandson, he must die now.

Judging from the historical knowledge that Hu Biao had learned, and judging from the appearance of that Jurchen, this guy should be just a centurion-level Muke who commanded about 100 troops.

In Song Dynasty, he was just a small official in the first battalion.

But such a small official brought Hu Biao and the others a lot of trouble.

Not only is he extremely powerful in combat, but he is also quite capable of commanding the battlefield; before this guy guarded the city, he guarded a section of Lao Kuan's city wall alone, creating too many difficulties for Hu Biao and his team's ascent to the city.

Now, this guy seems to be unable to drive everyone down the city wall.

With a burst of roaring in his mouth, he decisively took the remaining six men around him, composed of Jurchens and Liao soldiers, retreated while fighting, and took the initiative to retreat to the position of the stairs.

As long as they hold on for a few seconds, a reinforcement of more than a dozen people will arrive behind them.

If you can persist for 1 minute, it has basically reflected that other places should be feints, and the north gate is the key defender, and a large number of them are rushing here.

At that time, not only can Hu Biao and the others completely cut off the idea of ​​​​opening the city gate.

Lao Yang and his team of heavy cavalry troops, no matter how long their spears are like a forest, and no matter how powerful their impact is, they can't ride their horses directly to the city wall, right?

Therefore, Hu Biao knew that he must be killed as soon as possible.

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At the moment of rushing over, Hu Biao raised his right hand, and a throwing knife rushed to the Adam's apple on Mouk's neck, and greeted him directly.

However, Hu Biao's throwing knife, which can be described almost without exception, failed to achieve the expected results this time.

After Mouk twisted his body quickly, the throwing knife pierced his left shoulder; it pierced through the gap between the armor plates, at least five or six centimeters deep.

Ordinarily, this kind of injury is not a serious one.

It's just that after being hit by a flying knife, Mouk just snorted a bit.

Then, as if nothing had happened, this guy waved the mace in his hand, and ruthlessly swept out at Hu Biao and Xu Feng who rushed in front of him.

Instinctively, he stopped his charge and narrowly passed the stick.

While roaring out the word "Kill~" at the same time, the spears in the hands of Hu Biao and Xu Feng pierced the iron armor on his body and pierced his left chest and lower abdomen respectively.

Under such a serious injury, the Jurchen Mouk still did not fall down completely.

Even when Hu Biao and Xu Feng turned the barrel of the gun vigorously when they saw this, the corners of Mouk's mouth couldn't help but began to bleed.

Still holding on to the point where he couldn't fall, he slammed down with his left arm forcefully.

It directly smashed the barrel of the long gun that Hu Biao had picked up in Hu Biao's hand.

In the following time, the right hand swung the mace again, and smashed it at Xu Feng's head; that exuberant vitality was a bit unscientific.

Just when Xu Feng was hesitating, should he let go of the spear and retreat to avoid the moment of the mace.

AT carried a one-handed shield to meet him. Even if he was hit by a stick and retreated a few steps, the two rookies Fengche and Gufeng rushed up from behind seized the opportunity and stabbed two more shots in the lower abdomen.

At this moment, Jurchen Mouk finally collapsed limply to the ground.

But even so, he didn't completely die; he held the barrel of the gun pierced by the windmill outside his lower abdomen in his hand, and looked at everyone with ferocious eyes.

It was like a beast that wanted to kill an opponent before dying.

It can be said that Hu Biao and the others clearly saw the strength and ferocity of the peak Jurchen's morale; it was not without reason that the Song and Liao families were defeated by such opponents.

At the same time, other Liao soldiers who were blocking the stairs were also stabbed to death on the spot by Yue Fei and others.

It's just that during the period when everyone was blocked at the stairs, more than [-] Liao soldiers came to kill them, and five or six of them formed a spear formation with spears in their hands, and they had already rushed to the middle of the stairs.

And at a position a little farther away, I'm afraid there are hundreds of people who are about to kill them.

Seeing this, Hu Biao kicked out first, and kicked the Jurchen Muke who had collapsed on the ground, directly after kicking him to the ground.

He yelled out: "It's too late to go up the stairs, Pengju, AT, Fengrui, Corn, you take a few people to stand up to the stairs, the archer and Erpang support from a distance.

The rest of you follow me, you should definitely not be able to fall to your death at such a height~”

While speaking, Hu Biao picked up a single sword from the ground, and after turning over the wall with his right hand, he jumped off the city wall more than three meters high.

Then, in the splash of mud and water, he fell directly on a big horse.

(End of this chapter)