The impact of the cavalry was simply a nightmare for the tens of thousands of people walking on foot. Fortunately, most of the people had already crossed the bridge. Now this nightmare will be borne by Luo Kedi and other passionate men.
This is an encounter. In encounters, the brave will always win and the wise will lose. Because the two sides in the encounter have no time to reasonably allocate their forces and types of troops, and they cannot deploy the most appropriate tactics. However, with such a disparity in strength, the brave will definitely be able to
Is it outrageous?
What's more, the pursuers are by no means vulgar. They are a tiger and wolf army, and their commander is more like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp.
The whistling wind blew past the ears, and the clatter of horse hooves came one after another. The undulating grassland constantly changed the angle of view in front of Yelvxiu Ge's cavalry, either gently or undulatingly. The heavy rain caused great damage to their pursuit.
Fortunately, the traces of tens of thousands of people were not easily erased by the rain, and they finally caught up.
Looking at the Song soldiers and civilians who had already crossed the bridge more than half way ahead, Brother Yelvxiu held his breath and just slashed his hand forward heavily. He rushed forward in the rain and was blown by the wind. Even though it was summer, he was already chilled to the bone.
His face was livid with cold, and his throat was frozen stiff. He could only clamp the horse's belly, move forward, move forward. Although the horse under his crotch was changed frequently and was breathing heavily at this time, no matter what, he finally made it in time.
Caught up.
He wants to intercept this migrating army, and he also wants to...capture that person alive, that man, that man that Luo Dong'er loves deeply. He is a horse on the grassland, he is an eagle in the sky, literary and military,
He was good at everything, and he didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who was better than him and more worthy of a woman's love. Why would Luo Dong'er, who was as timid as a flower, give up on him?
The rain was cold, but his heart was burning, and the conversation with Dong'er echoed in his ears.
"Sir, please kindly let me go back to Song Dynasty, okay?"
"What's wrong here? I am Da Tiyinsi of Khitan, and I belong to the royal family. Although we are poorer than the Song Dynasty, I promise to give you good clothes, food, glory and wealth. I really like you, my lord.
But I haven’t married yet, so I can marry you to be my wife.”
"Sir, Dong'er is already married."
"Haha, what does that matter? Our men on the grasslands don't have the rottenness of your Central Plains men. When we like a woman, it's like riding a horse to catch prey, we must make her our woman.
.As for being married, is it that important?"
"Sir, Dong'er will not fall in love with you. From the moment I inserted the hairpin for him, I was destined to be his for the rest of my life, no matter whether he is humble or well-educated."
"Do you know that according to the rules on the grassland, whoever kidnaps the person belongs to the same person, and her master can do whatever he wants with her? Yes!"
"Sir...I'm not afraid of death! I can die!"
"you……!"
Brother Yelvxiu raised his face and let the rain pour on his face. Suddenly he looked up to the sky and let out a roar.
"Really? Doesn't matter if he is humble or well-educated? I will catch him, tie a chain on his lute bone, and be one of my watchdogs. I want to see if you are willing to follow a dog at that time.
Dog, I still want a big man who stands upright!"
Brother Yelvxiu stretched out his hand, and rainwater splashed everywhere. He reached out and grabbed his halberd, and raised it in the air.
"Wow!"
If someone looked down from the air at this time, they would see the cone-shaped Khitan cavalry advancing at a constant speed, as if an arrow was shot from a cone-shaped sleeve. As Brother Yeluxiu waved his halberd, all the knights
After untying the reins of the prepared horses, the well-trained prepared horses slowed down and gradually fell behind. The knights had already grasped their weapons and leaned down subconsciously, with sharp eyes like eagles staring at their hands.
Holding a big sword, Luo Kedi and the hundreds of warriors behind him were galloping towards him.
More than a hundred warriors, all clothed in commoners and holding steel swords in their hands, charged towards the Khitan cavalry.
They are dying!
They are a group of outcasts, a group of self-abandoned warriors whose only mission is to sacrifice.
Every Khitan warrior understands that under the fierce charge of the cavalry, they cannot form a spear formation to protect themselves. If they charge head-on in such a scattered formation, they will die. These Song people did not think about defeat at all, nor did they think about living.
Their only purpose in going back was to delay time.
Warrior! Everyone respects him. Even their enemies.
No one gave an order, but all the Khitan warriors raised their weapons in unison. This was not only a tribute to the warriors of the Song Dynasty, but also a sign of their own uprightness. If thousands of arrows were fired at this time, the oncoming Song soldiers would be stunned.
They will be killed immediately, and no one will survive. But they no longer intend to use arrows, they want to kill these respectable enemies in a dignified manner.
"Kill! Hey!" Rock's opponent held a big sword in his hand and strode forward to meet him. He was still three feet away from the fast horse, so he fell on his back, knelt on his knees, and used the momentum to slide forward. The grass was slippery, and he could rush forward.
He was so powerful that when he rushed forward, he quickly slid forward. At the same time, the oncoming Khitan cavalry passed by him and hit the ground with a loud bang, making a hole in the grass.
The rain is rising like a curtain.
The fork of the knight on the horse was originally aimed at his throat. If the two weapons hit each other hard, the knight on the horse was riding hard, and the enemy's weapon would be knocked away. But the enemy knelt down and slid in.
Leaning back, the knight subconsciously pressed the fork, but it still missed the point and slid past his forehead. However, Luo Kedi's knife was firmly dragged on the horse's leg.
It wasn't a chop, but a drag. He didn't use any force to chop forward, he just pointed the sharp blade against the horse's leg. He rushed forward with all his strength, and the knife slid backwards. With just one drag, a horse leg was chopped off.
The horse fell down, and the knight on it fell to the ground. He rolled for seven or eight weeks and was almost trampled by another galloping horse. The knight on the horse reined in the horse to dodge, but the horse slipped and fell to the ground.
He couldn't pull away, and one of his legs was immediately crushed.
While screaming, he saw a pair of big feet covered with mud flying past his eyes. It was a soldier of the Song Army. Wearing military boots on such a rainy day would add no less than twenty kilograms to their weight. Not only did they
He took off his armor and even took off his boots.
With a swing of his halberd, he cut off a horse's leg. The Song army had no time to give the fallen knight a halberd, and immediately rolled forward and slashed at the second horse's leg. They didn't want to win or kill, but now they just wanted to
Block this torrent of war horses here, even if it can only block it for a moment.
The fallen Khitan warriors drew their swords and chased the Song army. But they could not catch up. Their leather boots and coats were very clumsy on the rainy ground. The Song soldiers were like crazy and ignored the swords and guns waving behind them.
They chopped left and right, blocked and pulled horizontally, with the only goal of cutting off the horse's legs.
Taking advantage of the momentum of his strong horse, Brother Yeluxiu lifted an oncoming Song army into the air with a blow of his halberd. He only glanced at the young Song general who was leading the charge, and immediately started to move forward.
He rushed over. He had no time to fight with him at this moment, his goal was not with this group of abandoned people.
However, another group of abandoners rushed up again. The first person was holding a big sword, majestic and without fear. It was Helongcheng, the commander of Northwest Zhefu.
Brother Yeluxiu raised his eyebrows and pointed his halberd at Helongcheng's throat. Unexpectedly... it was annoying! There was still only three feet away, and Hechenglong rolled to the ground. The moment one man and one horse passed by, he
Then he stood up and knelt down, and slashed with his sword... the horse's leg again!
Hundreds of discarded pieces, hundreds of horizontal knives, all targeting the horse's legs!
The people at the bridge were rushing forward like crazy. The real fear was not the moment when swords and guns were pressed against their necks, but the moment when they saw the bright swords and guns coming towards them, but they had not yet been inflicted on them. They were now panicking.
Rushing to the bridge, relying on instinct.
Two carriages rushed up and blocked the bridge. Many people could only squeeze forward through the gap between the carriages. Someone slipped and fell into the rolling river through the gap in the guardrail on the side. The screams of misery continued, but the person disappeared.
Traces.
Yang Hao screamed at the top of his lungs, and no one listened to his orders. Seeing that hundreds of heroic Song generals had bought time for them with their blood and lives, and were about to be buried here by themselves, Yang Hao was furious and drew his sword.
With it in hand, he rushed forward.
"Puff! Puff!" Blood spurted out, and he killed two people who were squeezing there. One was a strong man, and the other was a woman.
Seeing the imperial envoy going crazy and killing people with knives, the people were shocked.
"Push the car away, abandon it and go on the road. No crowding, any trespassers will be shot!"
Yang Hao shouted sternly, slammed the knife on the ground, and shouted: "But there is a common person who has never crossed the bridge. This imperial envoy will never go westward for even half a step. Do you understand? Push the car that is blocking the road!"
The common people were shocked. No matter men, women, old or young, they all stepped forward to help push the cart. Under Yang Hao's stern gaze, they rushed onto the bridge quickly and without losing order.
"Yang Jincheng, stop!"
Yang Hao suddenly saw a few hurried people walking forward in the crowd. They were all dressed in official uniforms. They were the government officials he borrowed from Guangyuan Mansion. These government officials had never been to the public.
Although they had the experience of hunting down and chasing down murderers on the battlefield, it was completely different from the battlefield. They were all stunned now, and their faces were all pale.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy..." Yang Jincheng stopped tremblingly.
Yang Hao said sternly: "Take your brothers and go last. Come here, unload these horses, don't want the food, take off all the ropes, and tie them to the huge stone and iron rope at the end of the bridge."
"Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy, you...you want to..."
Yang Hao looked at the warriors who were using their flesh and blood to block the enemy's cavalry with his red eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Broken bridge!"
The soldiers of the Song army who blocked the Khitan people were falling one by one. Yang Hao was heartbroken when he saw it. All the people had crossed the bridge, and then he realized an important question. Who would break the bridge? The bridge must be broken, otherwise
These Song soldiers will die in vain, but... who will break the bridge?
Yang Hao's eyes passed over the faces of the more than ten trembling men in front of him, and he shouted: "Let's go! Cross the bridge quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Jincheng and others immediately rushed to the bridge as if they were amnesty. Yang Hao glanced at the long knife that he had inserted at the end of the bridge and never fell. He smiled slightly, walked over and picked up one.
Abandoned riding crop.
A long pole and a long whip. It has been a long time since he held a big whip.
Almost all the soldiers of the Song army were captured and killed, and the remaining few were captured by the Khitan people either due to injuries or exhaustion. Brother Yelvxiu had already led his army to rush towards the bridge.
Yang Hao turned around and saw that Yang Jincheng and others were staggering to the opposite bridge. There were many people standing on the opposite bridge dozens of meters away, looking at him eagerly. There were Li Guangcen, Mu En, and Tang Yan.
Yan, Bisu, Ye Gongzi, and Cheng Dexuan with a complicated expression.
The sound of the waves was rumbling and the mist filled the sky. Behind him were the Khitan warriors who were rushing towards them like wolves and tigers. When he saw Tang Yanyan running back impulsively, Yang Hao hurriedly pointed at her and waved his hand resolutely until
When he saw her being held tightly by the warriors left behind by Li Yuchang, he smiled happily.
He pointed to his heart, then pointed to the opposite side, then pointed to his heart, waved his hand gently, pointed to the sky, pointed to the ground, pointed...
He made every gesture seriously. He didn't understand sign language, so he just used some gestures that he could understand to express his last words to them: "I was the one who made the idea, and now I have finally brought you out of the world safely. I
I had unfinished business in my heart, but it is no longer important now. My mission has been accomplished, but I am worthy of the soldiers and civilians who died along the way. The world is big, and I am very happy to be able to share the hardship with these good men.
If we are destined, we will meet again in the next life..."
Tang Yanyan stood on the other side. When the last few government officials ran across the bridge and Yang Hao stayed alone at the bridge, she already understood what he was going to do. Suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.
The pain made her big eyes filled with tears.
She looked at Yang Hao and watched Yang Hao stare at her. When Yang Hao pointed at her heart and then pointed at her, her heart couldn't stop trembling. She interpreted Yang Hao's words seriously and hard.
Confession: "Actually, I already have you in my heart. I will never forget you. I am very happy to have known you and walked on this grassland these days. If we are destined, we will meet again in the next life..."
If Yang Hao hadn't pointed to her first, she might not have thought that Yang Hao's gestures were for her. She already had a secret affection for Yang Hao, but she was also ignorant. But at this moment, the window paper suddenly
After being stabbed, seeing Yang Hao's affectionate confession to her before his death, her emotions surged and she couldn't help herself. Tang Yanyan suddenly fell to the ground crying.
She fell in love with a man for the first time, but this man... was about to die! Tang Yanyan's heart seemed to be crushed. Her tears couldn't help rolling down, and her eyes were blurred with tears when she saw Yang
Haoyi turned around and raised his long whip in the face of the Khitan cavalry, which was rushing toward him so fast that the strong wind seemed to have hit him.