Song Dynasty

Chapter 89
Yes, all I want is the Yangtze River, Jiankang, and victory.

Wang Shen's face was already numb from the wind and snow. The battle was said to be late, but it was fast. In fact, it took less than forty minutes. It was short and intense.

Brutal, crazy, bloody.

The war drums have not stopped since they started beating, one beat higher than the other.

His blood was also boiled and burned by the intense sound.

Since the second half of the second year of Jianyan, the left-behind division lost Kaifeng and fled south in a hurry; Liu Guangshi lost Huaixi and ran to Jiujiang.

Today, the two largest field armies of the Song Army have no fighting spirit.According to the real historical records, this Jiankang will also fall.

It all started because the Left Behind Division lost Majiadu.After today's war, Jin Bing will launch another sneak attack.

Then, the entire army of the left-behind division collapsed.The tens of thousands of troops were beaten to death by the thousand gold soldiers crossing the river.

"Du Chong, a mediocre villain; Liu Guangshi, a porpoise dog. You can't guard the Yangtze River, you can't guard Jiankang, you can't protect the soldiers and people in the city, and you can't protect the people in the south of the Yangtze River. Then, let me come!"

"What is the wind and rain in Zhongshan? The sky that is about to collapse, with my bloody man, how can it collapse just like that?"

……

Yelv Mawu's eyes were still blackened, and he couldn't see clearly.

There are shadowy figures in front of my eyes, all distorted faces with gnashing teeth. Up to now, both sides have killed blood.

The Khitan people excel in their stature, strength and rich experience.Compared with the elites of all battles under his command, the Song people's fighting seemed clumsy and dull, and they were at a disadvantage from the beginning.

However, these goddam things play well with each other, and they are not afraid of death.As soon as he entered the battlefield, he rushed forward desperately under the leadership of the officer.Because of this, the low-level officers of the Song Army suffered heavy casualties.

The problem is that if it were replaced by other Song army, such a large number of officers would have been killed, and the army would have collapsed long ago.But they still insisted on it until now, their heads were dead, and the deputy was on top of their heads.The captain dies, and the vice-captain takes over.In a blink of an eye, the enemy officers in the front row changed all over again.

Seeing those firm faces, Yelu Mawu suddenly panicked: "When did the Song people become so tough, and if this continues, when will it end?"

That's right, he is an old opponent of the Western Army of the Song Dynasty.I have to admit that the Shaanxi Western Army is a very difficult opponent.The most elite troops of the Song Dynasty were brave and good at fighting, with excellent equipment and good tactical coordination.However, their biggest problem is that they can't withstand even a little setback, and they can't withstand huge casualties.

Whenever the casualties of the troops exceed [-]%, the morale will decline rapidly, and finally fall into a complete collapse.

The enemy army in front of them suffered more than [-]% casualties, but they still rushed forward one after another, neither tired nor afraid.

Usually, when a Khitan warrior cut down a Song man, he would be stabbed with a spear at the same time. This was already pure exhaustion.Due to the limited number of ships, only more than 1000 people can cross the river at a time, and the troops are insufficient.If this consumption continues, the more than 1000 Khitan warriors I have on hand will be exhausted in a short time.

Even if these bastards of the Western Army are defeated, there are still tens of thousands of troops left behind!
Although Du Chong's camp is still in flames and chaos, who knows when they will recover.At that time, our people along the way will really be dead without a place to die.

"No, I can't stay here any longer. Go over, go over!" Yelv Mawu let out a long howl and waved the big ax in his hand.

But his body was weak, and he fell to the side.

Beside him, a guard hurriedly supported him: "Captain, what's wrong with you?"

"Go away, I'm fine!" Taking a deep breath, Yeluma's eyes turned red.I felt pain in my head, and every time I shook my head, it felt like a small ball was rolling inside.

Thinking about it, that enemy's gourd just now shocked his brain.

"Useless Song Dog!" He struck an enemy in the chest with an axe, splitting it in half, laughing loudly.

Yes, useless Song Dog.If you are strong enough, the hammer just now should have smashed the master's head, and there is no need to fight this battle.

Blood sprayed everywhere, covering the sky and covering the ground.

Seeing the bravery of the commander, the morale of the other Khitan people was also boosted, and they cursed in unison: "Song dog!"

On the opposite side, Song Jun was not to be outdone: "Dog tartar!"

"Southern barbarians!"

"Liao dog suffers!"

There was a gnashing of teeth everywhere.

……

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Wang Shen under the banner of the Chinese Army has fixed his gaze on Yelvma Wu in the formation.

He has shot cold arrows several times, but it is a pity that one is too far away and can't aim at all, and the other is that Yelu Mawu is surrounded by armored guards.

In this case, it is no longer possible to use long-range sniping.

At this moment, seeing the enemy general's body stagger, Wang Shen's heart moved, and he raised his right hand high.

"Ready!" Yue Yun straightened his body suddenly with a shudder.

Behind him, Back Wei Shi also moved at the same time, his armor clanging loudly.

The strong wind blows, and the unfurled flag rolls the snow particles in the air.

Wang Shen's hands clenched tightly, pinching a ball of snow mist.

Snow water flowed down the wrist and into the cuff.

After a while, he opened his palms, merged like a knife, and slashed forward fiercely: "Yue Yun, target the enemy's left rib, back Wei Jun, attack!"

The last strength at hand was released.

This is the most dangerous battle of the Sizhou Camp since it became an army, and it is the decisive battle of Wang Shentong's fate.

The so-called decisive battle is a bet.

What he gambled on was his qualifications to survive in this troubled world, and what he gambled on was the life of this brother Qian Paoze.

Behind me is the deep and vast Jiangnan wilderness, a darkness where no light can be seen, and there is no way for me to retreat.

Forward, Wang Daosi!
Forward, Sizhou Army!

Go forward, I am a hot-blooded man of the Han family!

(End of this chapter)