Song Dynasty

Chapter 88 I just want to win

Yue Yun yelled: "General, the situation has come to an end, if you don't send back Wei soldiers, the army will collapse!"

Other Weizhou officials also shouted in disorder: "General, send reinforcements quickly, it's over, it's over!"

"Is it the last time?" Wang Shen muttered to himself: "Until the last moment, who can know? Do the Khitan people still have strength? If I throw in the general reserve team now, it won't do anything. The Beiwei army is in a chaotic battle, isn't that even the only countermeasure?"

"What decision should I make?"

Wang Shen is no stranger to the magnificence and cruelty of the cold war. He has already experienced two bloody battles in Pingyuan Town and Anhe.In the modern world, I don't know how many Hollywood blockbusters and war documentaries I have seen. This basic military common sense is still there.

The use of the general reserve is to wait until the enemy has put the last trace of strength into the battlefield, or when one's own troops are about to collapse completely.

It's not clear on paper, but how to grasp this opportunity can be known not by watching movies and TV, but by a few battles.

This attack cannot be done early, it is useless.It can't be too late, too late, the army has already collapsed, and sending the reserve team out is just to increase the results of the enemy.

"I can't be in a hurry, I can't be in a hurry, I have to believe in my troops."

At this time, the troops in front had already started to retreat backwards, Dutou Wang Danian had been surrounded by several Khitan soldiers, the barrel of the gun in his hand had been broken, he only drew out the knife in his hand, and slashed forward frantically.Every time an enemy is cut down, he will be stabbed several times, and he will turn into a blood gourd in a blink of an eye.

While screaming, he yelled: "General, general, come over and support me, my men and horses are about to disperse, and the casualties have already exceeded a hundred!"

The sound covered the din of the battlefield and came from afar.

Wang Shen gritted his teeth, and said to a messenger next to him: "Pass the message, Wang Danian, I don't want your casualty numbers, I just want you to hold on."

The messenger ran into the crowd and patted the shoulders of the soldiers in front: "Take a message, Wang Danian, I don't want your casualty numbers, I just want you to stand up."

"Send the word, don't count the casualties, just hold it!"

"Hold it, hold it, hold it!"

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"Defeated, defeated." Several recruits dropped their weapons, screamed and turned around and ran.

One person moves, hundreds of people, and in the blink of an eye, there are surging heads.

Wang Shen remained expressionless: "Chen Da!"

Chen Da ran over: "The subordinate is here!"

"Supervisor team, keep it up!"

A cold current rose from everyone's spine and went straight to the sky: General Wang Daosi is going to execute the battlefield records, and he is going to kill... They are all brothers Paoze...

"Ding" a stream arrow shot, shot Chen Da's left shoulder, passing through the collarbone.

Chen Da's expression changed due to the pain. He snorted and pulled with his hands, and Yujian came out with a lump of flesh.

With a wave of his hand, the knife in his hand chopped off the head of a defeated soldier in an instant, and shouted: "Military Law Department, follow me!"

A dozen or so soldiers of the Supervising Team rushed up, and a dozen rolling heads fell down, rolling all over the ground.

The bloody means made the defeated soldiers turn their heads away again, and red-eyed went to the battlefield again.

The armor on Chen Da's body has been taken off, his shoulders are bare, and the linen cloth wrapped around him has turned red.

He stood behind the formation with a knife in his right hand, with a ferocious expression on his face, like a demon coming out of hell.

At this point in the battle, life and death are no longer important, anyway: forward, forward, forward, fighting to the last moment.

Du Shu's body was swaying like a candle in the wind, and he couldn't say a word: "Daosi... Dao... The soldiers at the forefront of our army have died...they...they knew they were going to die, why? Will you rush forward without hesitation... rush... huh, rush to kill?"

"Emperor Wu Wu of Wei said: Ordinary people forget their body when they face a strong battle, and those who touch a white blade without fear, one is seeking honor and fame, the other is greedy for rewards, the third is fearing punishment, and the fourth is avoiding disaster. A king cannot persuade his ministers, and a loving father cannot punish his son. The Lord knows his feelings well, so rewards must be done, punishments must be believed, so that all relatives, high and low, brave and cowardly, wise and stupid, hear the sound of bells and drums, and see the ranks of banners. Excited to go to the enemy's field, don't you want to live for a long time and die early? The fierceness hangs in front of you, and you want to stop but can't hear it."

"About that, many soldiers will die today, but they died for the country and the nation, which is as heavy as Mount Tai. You have never been on the battlefield. After today, you will not be afraid. When the country is in crisis, you and I must be strong Can't lose ambition."

"Beat the drum, let the soldiers press forward!"

After finishing speaking, he clenched his teeth tightly, his face was sharp-edged, and his eyes were full of sharp rays of light.

The light fell on the battlefield in the distance, and fell on Yelv Mawu.

The fierce battle drums sounded, shaking the snow in the air even more chaotic.

Yelvma Wu was dressed in thick black armor, and wore a sable hat inside his iron helmet.

The long sable tail dragged behind his head, and was blown around by the wind, throwing the human blood sticking on it to the faces of the soldiers around him.

Also because of this attire, he looked exceptionally eye-catching.

Weapons from the Song Dynasty continued to greet him, which caused several parts of the iron armor he was wearing to be rotten, the breastplate on his chest had been picked apart with a spear, and a leaf of the iron armor on his back had been chopped off. A long mouth was exposed.

Fortunately, he was wearing a soft armor next to his body, so he only suffered some skin trauma.

The blood kept bleeding, and the clothes she was wearing inside had stuck to her skin, making her wet and uncomfortable.

But this didn't make him feel the slightest fear, on the contrary, he was inexplicably excited in his heart.

The enemy was indeed tough, and the camps of the Song people were tightly packed, and when one person fell, another person bravely stepped forward to make up for it.

Although under the fierce charge of the Pishi army, the enemy could not bear the huge casualties and showed signs of collapse.But under the support of the supervisory team, they waved their weapons and turned around and rushed forward.

The enemy general was able to hold his ground in such a bad situation. Today, I, Ma Wu, met a tough opponent. That's right, the 1000 people in front of me are the essence of Du Chong's army, the last Song Xi army.

Killing such enemies is enough, killing them all, the last courage and pride of the Song people will be completely trampled under my feet.

"The Pishi Army, the Pishi Army!"

"Daliao, Daliao!"

"There is no retreat!"

On the opposite side, the Song people's card players formed a low shield wall. How could Yelu Mawu wait for the enemy's gunmen to line up behind the shield and stab their spears like a forest.

He let out a dull roar, which made his dantian ache.

The Song man on the opposite side froze, and the shield in his hand was split open by Yelvma's Wu Yi axe. "咻" A feathered arrow shot straight out, straight into the lower abdomen of the brand player, leaving only a short section outside.

The man curled up in pain and couldn't get up again after falling into the crowd.

It was Ma Wu's personal guard who released the arrow, before he could shoot the second arrow.A spear was thrown at him and he was nailed to the ground.

The one who threw this shot was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young Song Army officer covered in blood. He took another long spear, leveled it, and stabbed forward with a drink.

The tip of the gun brushed against Yelv Mawu's shoulder armor, blowing out a cluster of sparks, which were blown away by the cold wind immediately.

Ma Wu cut off the barrel of his gun with a "huo", and the big ax drew a long crack in the enemy's chest.

The man threw the barrel of the gun at his head and cursed: "You dog tartar!"

Then, his chest burst open suddenly, and a pool of blood was splashed on Yelvma's five faces.

His eyes were so red that he couldn't see anything.

"Dog tartar!"

"Wang Dutou is dead!"

The Song people on the opposite side roared at the same time, rushing forward with red eyes.

Behind them, the divine arm bow fired again, shuttled through the crowd indiscriminately, and immediately shot down a large area.

At the point where the two armies met, the corpses were piled up at least two feet, and there were slippery pools of blood under their feet, and they could no longer stand still.

"Song Dog, he even shoots at his own people!"

"Crazy, crazy!" The blood on Yelu Mawu's face was still flowing, it was the blood of the officer surnamed Wang, salty and spicy: "Go up, go up, kill them all!"

"咻咻" another group of people fell down.

A Song Jun suddenly tore something from his waist and swung it violently.

With a sound of "Dang", it hit Yelv Ma Wu's helmet until his eyes stared like gold stars.

But the man also used too much force, and the weapon in his hand flew into the air, and the tiger's mouth was also split open.

Yelv Mawu could see it clearly, but it was a golden melon.

"You can use this kind of weapon if you don't have the strength?" Yelu Ma Wu was about to kill the enemy with a single axe.

Suddenly, a few hands stretched out from behind the enemy who used the pumpkin hammer and pulled it back.

A few spears were erected, instantly filling the gap that was opened just now because of the death of the officer surnamed Wang.

An enemy spearman yelled sharply: "General Wang Danian was killed in battle. I, the deputy head of the capital, Yang Chun, took over the command of my capital. Go up and kill him."

"Ah!" There was a long scream, and Song Jiang named Yang Chun fell to the ground with an arrow in the face.

Another spearman continued to shout: "Yang Chun died in battle. I, Yuhou Zhao Hong, took over the command and stepped up. I would rather die than retreat!"

The same voice sounded on the battlefield.

"Gou Laoshi, General of the Sixth Team of the First Capital, was killed in battle. I, Deputy General Jiang Shan, took over the troops and killed!"

"In the third capital, Gu Shanghong, who was in charge of the banner, was killed in battle. Liu Dingyi took over the troops according to the regulations. Liu Dingyi died here today!"

"In the fourth capital, Duke Yu's grandson Chen died in battle. Jia Fugui took over the duties. Jia Fugui died here today!"

"In the second capital, Hao Wei, the detainee of the fourth team, was killed. Wang Yue took over the duties. Wang Yue died here today!"

It got louder and louder, and by the end, almost everyone was yelling.

"Wu Xun, Haizhou, died here today!"

"Kaifeng Chengqing, die with this!"

"Jinan Gongpan, die here!"

……

The Khitan people began to panic.

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Under the banner of the Sizhou Army Zhongjun, everyone was stunned seeing this scene, including Du Shu who had been standing beside Wang Shen.

Suddenly, tears flowed from his eyes: "Enough, enough, enough, Daosi, enough!"

Wang Shen still stood there expressionless, squinting his eyes, letting the snow particles blown by the wind hit his face forcefully.

The tone was cold without any trace of human emotion: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!"

"I still have to wait, I still have to wait, when are you going to wait?" Du Shu: "I'm going to die, these are all the hot-blooded men of my Song Dynasty, general, let the Beiwei army attack, please ,please!"

Wang Shen turned his head and said lightly: "It doesn't matter if the troops are wiped out. This is a war. If they can't bear even a little casualties, why should the Sizhou Army survive in this troubled world? I only want the Yangtze River, I only want Jiankang, I only want victory !"

(End of this chapter)