A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

The Yellow River seemed to be calmer in autumn, but Shen An was still dizzy.

In this era, crossing the river is risking your life.

He stood on the bank of the river, with people standing behind him.

"Very majestic!"

He looked at Fuzhou City on the ridge in front of him and admired it sincerely.

Zhe Kexing behind him put down his telescope and said, "Brother Anbei, Fuzhou City is on guard. There should be enemy troops around. We need to enter the city immediately."

Huang Chun sniffed, suddenly sneezed, and praised: "Lang Jun, I heard that Xixia girls are pretty good!"

Shen An turned around, and behind him was the Mangshan Army, and behind him were the civilians.

Those blazing eyes were looking at him.

The morale is good!

At this time, someone shouted: "The scout is back...what the hell! He is back after being hunted!"

Shen An slowly turned around and raised the binoculars.

Within sight, three Mangshan Army scouts were running away, followed by more than a dozen cavalrymen who were chasing after them with great success.

"Woooooooo..."

The horns of Fuzhou City on the mountain ridge were blaring, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the Mangshan Army for the first time.

"Array up!"

Zhe Kexing shouted loudly, and the rural soldiers of the Mangshan Army lined up solemnly.

Shen An shouted: "They are all good horses, where is the sharpshooter? Come out, Mad! If you shoot the horse to death, I will skin you!"

The Mangshan Army immediately began to have fun, and Zhe Kexing had no choice but to give up his preparations for a battle.

"Quick, quick, pretend to be a fool..."

"Scream!"

"Get down, you are not a magic archer, get down! Start crying!"

"We're surrendering! We're surrendering!"

"Jiang Nima! Xixia people don't understand the Song Dynasty dialect!"

"Fuck you!"

"Ni Niang!"

"The flowers are blooming in March and the lady is smiling. A certain person enters the boudoir and smiles. The bed shakes and the beauty screams. A certain person is laughing on top..."

"..."

After the soldiers were busy for a while, a group of civilians who were ready to kneel down and ask for surrender after encountering a "strong enemy" took shape.

The three scouts walked away along the side of this group of 'timid' country soldiers, not daring to look back at all.

On the top of Fuzhou City, beside Zhe Jizu, the generals were shouting and cursing.

"Who brought that person? Why didn't you resist?"

"Zhizhou, please order me to attack!"

"If there are more than ten enemy cavalry, I will lead them out. If I can't rescue those people, I will not return to the city!"

"Ahem!"

All the impassionedness stopped after these two dry coughs.

Zhe Jizu's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hands to the civil servant on the left and said, "Chen Qianji, someone wants to leave the city..."

The civil servant looked indifferent and said calmly: "There are more than a hundred people, and the civilians behind them have all run away. What can we save?"

This civil servant is the official in charge of the Army and Horses Department on Linfu Road, that is, Chen Ang, the boss of the Army and Horses Department.

The headquarters of the Linfu Road Bingma Division was in Fuzhou City, so the Zhe family was actually suppressed and commanded by Chen Ang.

Zhe Jizu gritted his teeth and said: "Chen Qianji, these people must be heroes who came to reinforce our prefecture. Now we just sit back and do nothing... Is this friendship acceptable? Even if there is no friendship, the morale of the army will be gone!"

Sitting back and watching all the friendly troops who came for reinforcements were wiped out, this was a devastating blow to the morale of the army.

The generals on the side looked at Chen Ang expectantly.

Chen Ang's lips are a little thin and red in color.

He pursed his lips slightly, with disdain flashing in his eyes, "This is a confrontation between two armies. What kind of friendship is required? Confused! If others are confused, your ancestor is also confused?"

His face was slightly dark, and he looked a little dissatisfied. Then he glanced at the generals and said slowly: "What are we doing here?"

He pointed to the Yellow River in the distance and said: "We are city defenders. We have defended Fuzhou City. This is a great achievement! What kind of friendship? Military morale... There are families of soldiers in this city. Once the city is breached, then what will happen?" They are all slaves of the enemy. Do they dare not obey?"

Chen Ang looked around and saw no one who dared to talk back to him. His eyes became more proud, and then he shouted: "By the time we leave the city, those reinforcements will have been washed away. How can we save...save!"

After spending several years in the army, he also learned some swear words.

As soon as he said it, Chen Ang regretted it a little. He felt that it was damaging to his image, so he coughed dryly and was about to say something about serving his country and serving his king when someone nearby shouted: "They are fighting back!"

Before Chen Ang could say the formula he had thought of, he became furious when he heard the words and shouted: "I rushed to the ground and was gone, and I fought back... I fought back..."

The movement over there could be seen from a distance on the top of the city. Just as he was speaking, those 'softheads' had already started to fight back.

More than a dozen Xixia people are happily preparing to harvest the more than 100 Song troops.

No, it’s a rural soldier!

The equipment of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty was not that shabby.

Moreover, this rural soldier actually has four horses, which shows that he has some origins.

When they discovered the Song Army's scouts earlier, they thought there was a large army here, so they were cautious.

But when I came to pursue them, I saw that there were only more than a hundred people, and these more than a hundred people were all panicking. Some people ran away, and some knelt down to ask for surrender...

These are clearly stragglers who have never experienced battle and have no military spirit.

This is giving someone away!

The Prime Minister has said that anyone who has made meritorious service this time will be rewarded heavily.

So these cavalrymen all rushed over cheering.

Shen An stood there, the war horse behind him snoring.

He stared at the enemy cavalry approaching quickly and felt that his legs magically stopped shaking.

From the moment he discovered the enemy cavalry, his legs were shaking and he was in a nervous daze.

But at this moment he regained his composure.

"Crossbow...do it!"

He shouted, and the cowardly country soldiers behind him all raised their crossbows.

The enemy cavalry was originally happy, but when they saw this scene, someone shouted in despair: "This is a trap by the Song Army."

"They have crossbows! They all have crossbows!"

"These are elite soldiers of the Song Army. Retreat! Retreat!"

But the momentum has already begun, and it is extremely difficult to turn back.

The crossbows arrived as expected, and the enemy troops fell off their horses one after another.

The three scouts had already circled back and were now waiting behind Shen An.

With a burst of crossbow arrows, the enemy troops fell off their horses one after another, and the remaining two people just turned the corner.

"Kill them!"

When Shen An met an enemy for the first time, he actually won easily. He felt comfortable all over and wanted to sing a song in high spirits.

Following his order, three scouts gave chase.

"Steal the horse! Whoever grabs it belongs to him!"

The village soldiers who were still pretending to be dead just now all swarmed away, and Shen An cursed: "Grab it! Go gather them all, I will distribute them!"

Zhe Kexing smiled and said: "Brother Anbei, they originally had horses in the Liao border, but after they were recruited, they were worried that they would be liquidated, so they sold all the horses, and the money from the sale of the horses was given to the family..."

Shen An said: "They are all good men. If the Song Dynasty had more such good men, who would the Liao people be?"

He was lamenting that two country soldiers were fighting over a piece of silk underwear.

An enemy soldier was lying on the ground with a crossbow arrow stuck in his chest. The person is not dead yet, he is even still struggling.

But two country soldiers noticed the silk underwear he was wearing and immediately started grabbing it.

The two of them were fighting each other, and Shen An strode over. When he saw it, he couldn't help but became furious. He kicked one of them away and cursed: "They are all Paoze brothers, what the hell..."

I just praised you for being good men, but in the blink of an eye, you idiots smeared me in the face.

The two country soldiers stood up with a smile, and one of them said: "Lang Jun, the two of you are just playing."

One had a bruised nose and a swollen face, while the other kept rubbing his belly and his face turned pale.

Is this a joke?

Shen An scolded: "How many times have I told you? We are all Paoze brothers, friends of life and death who dare to give their backs to each other. They are fighting over a piece of underwear. What kind of Paoze brothers are they?" ?”

The two of them bowed their heads and were punished, and the pursuit over there came to an end.

"Lang Jun, no one ran away!"

The three scouts came back to ask for credit, and when they saw their two colleagues being reprimanded, they laughed proudly.

"roll!"

Shen An was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

The war horses were collected one by one, and Zhe Kexing also got one and was riding a training horse.

The two soldiers raised their heads and said with smiles: "Lang Jun, I know I was wrong. This matter..."

Shen An pointed to the corpses in front of him and said, "You two will pick up the corpses today, clean them, and throw them into the pit naked."

This matter was a bit embarrassing, but the two men said with a smile: "Lang Jun, the weather is cold, these corpses are still warm, the little ones can just warm their hands..."

Shen An pointed at them, feeling sullen and depressed.

"roll roll roll!"

After the two soldiers waited for him to turn around, they jumped on the enemy soldier. After a while, the enemy soldier who was not dead turned into a naked pig.

"who?"

The two of them murmured for a while, and one of them proudly took the bloody silk underwear into his arms. Then when he saw that the enemy was not dead, he drew his sword...

puff!

Those frightened eyes gradually lost their luster, but they were still filled with horror.

This is no ordinary Song Army!

They regard human life as nothing, and are so skilled in killing that they can be called butchers.

How could such an army be rural soldiers?

"Bury them!"

"Lang Jun, do all these things belong to us?"

"Madan! They're all yours, a bunch of beasts! Pack them up quickly and go to the city!"

The enemy soldier was carried over by two people. He saw a pile of weapons, a pile of clothes, and a young man yelling.

"gone!"

puff!

People were thrown into the pit, and the soil immediately fell.

The people on the top of the city also saw the battle.

Zhe Jizu clenched his fist and smashed it on the city bricks, shouting: "Okay! Good kill!"

"Zhizhou, these people show weakness first, and then wait for the enemy to approach before using their crossbows to shoot... These are elite soldiers!"

"There are fewer people, UU Reading ｗｗ.uｋｎshu.net Maybe they are the outposts, and there is a large army behind them!"

"Hey! Didn't you say before that it would be gone as soon as you rush in? You also said...save the ass..."

Chen Ang's face turned red. He looked around and shouted, "Who is muttering? Stand up?"

No one answered, the surroundings were quiet.

But the atmosphere was a little weird.

Chen Ang is the boss of Linfu Road. When he is in Fuzhou City, all the ancestors have to listen to him.

So everyone kept silent.

At this time, someone outside the city shouted: "What the hell! Why didn't you rescue me just now? Where are the eggs? Where are the eggs? Open the door!"

A group of soldiers started their journey to the northwest with a curse...

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