Chapter 165 Confrontation

The Xicheng of Zhen Rongjun was lost in an explosion. Xu Sichun died in a heroic battle. This time, he was not ashamed. He sprinkled the battlefield with the heroic aura of blood. There were also 16 cronies with him. They did not regret following Xu Sichun. This time they could go at ease.

When the Xixia army poured into the city, Ge Huaimin rode his beloved war horse, Hanting. After receiving the sword from his own soldiers, he took the only 200 cavalry beside him and went straight to the running road under the West City.

That was the place where the Western Xia soldiers had to go. Guo Kui sent a hundred people to guard it, but their bullets were very limited. After less than a stick of incense, they retreated to the alley and met with the brigade.

Guo Kui is not sure how long his thousand musketeers can last. He doesn't have the courage to verify the musket formation given to him by Lord Fan Zhongyan. Because this scene was really too chaotic. Unlike the Great Wall Hao, they raided behind the Xixia Army and destroyed more than 3,000 Xixia Army by preemption.

This time, he wants to use the bad strategy given to him by Lord Fan Zhongyan to verify the power of the musket team with street battles, hoping to regain the head of the West City before a hundred rounds of projectiles are exhausted.

Ge Huaimin's war horse ran wildly on the running road under the West City. He didn't know how many Xixia soldiers were knocked over all the way, and how many 'innocent' people were killed. He was making atonement for himself. He wanted to make atonement for the soldiers who died, so he wanted to lead by example, and he wanted to take the West City back.

The news of Ge Huaimin's battle quickly shocked the generals of the rest of the city. Meng Yuan in the North City is the closest to the West City, and the two cities in the northwest are cold. He sent 700 gunmen and 200 crossbow archers cruelly. This is more than half of his people in the North City. He doesn't care. Now the West City is in crisis, if it doesn't work. Sooner or later, the fall of the North City will come.

After the Beicheng sent troops, Zhao Yu from Nancheng also sent all the troops to help. He boldly left only 200 people to defend the city, and he personally led the troops to the West City.

The east city is where the gate is located. Li Liangchen did not dare to take more troops, so he had to defend the city with half of the people and half to reinforce the West City. He hoped that the Zhenrong army would be saved. Otherwise, no one would want to leave here alive. He had mixed feelings. After making this decision, he privately sent people out of the city to ask for help from the Huanzhou reinforcements. I hope They arrived quickly, and the army was in danger.

The bloody battle in the west of the town was inexcusable. With the encouragement of Ge Huaimin, the 500 cavalry in the city finally regained the running road under the west city. Then the subsequent pawn narrowed the encirclement and prepared for the battle to seize the city.

But it seemed to be a little late. A thousand archers of the Xixia army had rushed to the head of the city. Although they paid the price of 300 people, they still succeeded. When the thick smoke on the head of the city dispersed, Yuan Hao's forbidden army warriors drove the 8,000 slaves to the west city of the Zhenrong army and kept rushing into the city, as if Death has nothing to do with them. Fighting is their greatest pleasure. Don't they have fear? Don't you care about life and death at all?

Geniuses know that perhaps their fear has been replaced by the pleasure of fighting in the battle, and life and death have long been taken away.

Yes, this is the means of Xixia Yuanhao. Under his encouragement, these slave armies have gone crazy. Killing into the Zhenrong army is their only way out. Only by constantly killing, killing and killing, and letting blood sprinkle blood all over every inch of land can they be free, get the glory and wealth they dream of, and what they want in this life. Everything.

Because they are barbarians, that's their fate.

Samurai Canglong is a sharpshooter and a hunter. When he climbed to the top of the city with a short knife in his heart, the hateful smoke had dissipated. There were dead bodies all around, and the blood had already condensed into a river. His heartbeat was strong, his breathing was short, and he kept avoiding the flying arrows. When he fell down, he just dodged a powerful shooting and followed him. The brother behind him was shot through the heart, and blood sprayed on his face.

The smell was so fishy that he couldn't wait to tear off the skin on his face. He hated blood splashing on his face.

"Damn, get up"

Canglong was kicked by a fat man. He suddenly got up from the dead, opened his bow and arrow, and mechanically shot the first arrow. Maybe it was God's intention that his arrow just shot down a cavalryman of the Song army. The man had just killed several slaves. When he was still proud, he also became someone else's prey.

"Good job, come again"

After patting Canglong's shoulder, the fat man suddenly turned around and flashed to his right side and blocked his arrow with a cowhide shield. In an instant, Canglong walked in front of the ghost gate. After this, he changed and became a real warrior.

Although this time is very short, things in the world are so wonderful.

Canglong's bow and arrow shot three arrows in a row, and each arrow will kill one person. Many Song army cavalry have died under his hands, but this is not over yet. Because the fierce battle is still going on, Canglong will continue to look for prey. He wants to shoot the last arrow in the arrow pot.

The archers of the Xixia Army on the west wall are very powerful, which has caused a lot of casualties to Ge Huaimin's cavalry. In order to maintain this final counterattack, he had to retreat and retreat under the cover of his own archers.

The shooting of the two sides began in the blink of an eye. The arrow rain collided in mid-air and made a crisp sound, followed by the screams one after another. More than 20 archers of the Song army fell to the ground, and more than a dozen Xixia archers were killed.

However, this was the beginning. The Xixia army soon stabilized the situation in the west city and began to divide the troops to put pressure on the north and south cities. The Song army retreated steadily and had to resist desperately, because every step back means that it was closer to death, and the generals who led the army understood this truth, so they tried their best to defeat the army. Hurry back, even if you kill them with your own hands, you can't let them take half a step back.

The tug-of-war between the two sides continued, and the Song army slowly regained a little advantage. Although it was only one, it was spread out with blood and life.

Guo Kui's heart was beating wildly, and his head was in a mess. He suddenly didn't know what to do, let alone what to do. Although it was only a moment, it seemed to have been hundreds of years in this moment. Hundreds of years later, Guo Kui divided the thousand-person musket team into four teams, of which 400 were directly commanded by him. As the main force, the remaining 600 people were divided into three teams and one team for every 200 people. Each of them carried out fire support from the root of the city to eliminate the Xixia army that broke into the city one by one with free shooting.

A moment later, there was a lot of gunfire in the city. Across the land of an arrow, many Xixia soldiers were shot and killed. The sudden intervention of the musket team gave the defenders of the Song army a chance to breathe. They began to reassemulate and recover the lost ground step by step, but the head of the west city was still firmly grasped in the hands of the enemy, although Guo Kui's musketeers once killed and injured them heavily. The two teams of knives and axes attacked the city, but the continuous Xixia army was like an inexhaustible ant. Every time the next person fell, two or even three people would stand up.

Confrontation.

After the hour came, the two armies of Song Xia confronted each other in the west of the city. The Song army could not attack, and the Western Xia army could not rush down. Because Guo Kui's musketeers were too powerful, he killed more than a thousand Xixia slaves in just half an hour. Although the lives of those people were worthless, one died, one less, and the 8,000 slaves There are still 6,000 left. I don't know what the lives of those 6,000 people will be.

What's more, I don't know how long Song Jun can hold on?

When the sun rose, the banners at the crossing of the Dahu River were displayed, and hundreds of large and small ships came ashore here. The first big ship stood a flag with white characters on a black background, and the flag was embroidered with the four big characters of the new civilian group.

There was a strong man standing on the front deck of the bow. The man put his hands on his waist, moth eyebrows and thin eyes. He was tall and strong. He wore a red cloak on the brand-new half-body cowhide armor, and the cloak was hunting against the wind. Next to him stood a beautiful scholar in the same costume. The scholar pointed to the Zhenrong army in the distance and said, "Brother Jiao, look at the black smoke all over the sky. I guess there must be a big war in front of the Zhenrong army."

This Brother Jiao is not someone else, but Jiao Yan in Jiaojia Village, Xinping. He is the head of the head of the Fengzhou People's League. A few days ago, after learning that there was something going on in Shanxi Xia, Tiandu, their group asked for a letter from the county and came to the Zhenrong Army to help fight. Unexpectedly, it was not as good as coming earlier. It seems that this time is the time for them to show their faces.