The roar of the water was not heard by the soldiers and civilians on the other side; the thunderous sound of hooves was not heard by the Khitan warriors who rushed over, but their hearts twitched in unison, as if a whip had struck their hearts.
Driven by long whips, the mules and horses stretched the ropes straight and pulled them desperately in the direction of the river. "Pah! Pah!" There were several more urging sounds of whips, and the explosion was so loud that it hurt people's scalps. He was numb. The ropes creaked loudly. The boulder shook slightly, and the iron ropes on the boulder were pulled to one side, making a permeating sound as they rubbed against the pillars. The Khitan soldiers who rushed over finally noticed him. Realizing their true intention, they immediately hung up their swords and guns and reached back to retrieve their bows and arrows.
Yang Hao felt anxious and ran to the middle of the ropes. He swung his whip and gave it a few more blows. He abandoned the whip and grabbed a rope to help the mules and horses pull up. The horse power was not enough, and he had limited manpower. , what can it do to help? But at this time, there are so many things in my mind. I just think that adding more strength is just one strength.
Just like a broken bridge, when he hurriedly remembered that the bridge must be broken, he immediately instinctively ordered people to tie up the bridge end. He never thought that one person would need to be left behind to break the bridge at this end. When the situation came to pass, he could only stay by himself. Of course, at that time Even if he thinks about this, he will most likely still choose this end.
Because there is no one in charge on the other side, if you appoint someone at will, that person has no arbitrary power and will be interfered by others. If the bridge is broken early, those who have not crossed the bridge will have no way to survive. If the Khitan soldiers break through the blockade in advance, the people on the other side will be disturbed. But because there were still people who had not crossed the bridge, they hesitated for a moment, so the Khitan cavalry rushed across, and it was too late to break the bridge. Moreover, most of the cars that had escaped across the river had escaped, and there was no time to lose before they could catch them back. ? It is absolutely impossible for him to abandon the people and rush to the other side to take charge of the overall situation. If he leaves early, the people here will trample on each other and suffer countless deaths and injuries. Only few people can really cross the bridge.
Therefore, he can only stay on this side of the river, and the whip that breaks the bridge can only be in his hands. How many things in this world can be completely solved?
The arrows flew across the sky and came at them. Yang Hao said "Ouch" and was hit by an arrow on his shoulder. Yang Hao felt pain and subconsciously let go of his hand to touch his shoulder. At this moment, the mules and horses in front were also hit by several arrows. Arrows, those mules and horses were in unbearable pain, digging at the ground with their four hooves, screaming and rushing forward. After the heavy rain, the soil was already soft, and the horizontal blocking stones buried deep under the soil could only block the gravity of falling towards the center of the river. The dragging had no blocking effect, coupled with the dragging force of the mules and horses, these three factors converged, and with a "boom", the pillar was uprooted, and the long bridge trembled before falling into the river. , all the mules and horses were unable to hold on, and they all slipped into the river.
Yang Hao was caught in the ropes and dragged by the long bridge. His feet were suspended in the air. Amidst the exclamations of countless people on the other side, he fell into the rolling river together with the mules and horses. Due to the heavy weight of the pillars, Yang Hao suddenly fell into the river. Drag them underwater and disappear.
"Xi Yuyu..." A string of war horses neighed, and Khitan war horses stood up on the bank of the river, kicking up countless gravel. They patted the horse's neck, stabilized their mounts, and looked intently into the river. , I saw that the other half of the bridge was still on the shore, while the other half had completely sunk into the water. Due to the impact of the river water, the bridge became a half-moon shape, and everyone was speechless.
This battle was not dangerous for them in their lifetime, but it was so brutal that they had never seen it before. The bloody nature of Han men, the generals, the civil servants, their heroic deeds of laughing and dying, deeply moved them.
The hearts of every Khitan warrior, their hearts are like the half bridge in the river, they are shocked.
On the other side, countless people knelt on the ground.
Yang Hao is a good officer and General Luo is a good soldier. Their civil and military sacrifices for them are unforgettable. Standing on the west bank of Zhulangchuan River and meeting the Khitan athletes on the other side of the river, they
They have transformed from a citizen of the Northern Han Dynasty to a true citizen of the Song Dynasty.
Brother Yelu Xiu sat upright on his horse, staring at the swirling river slowly going south, and then moved his eyes along the bridge to the other side inch by inch, and sighed with regret. Finally...these people were taken to Song Dynasty by them.
Situation. Finally...the love rival who had never fought against each other became a ghost in the water.
When he rushed over just now, he saw Yang Hao's face clearly. He was the one who shot the arrow on Yang Hao's shoulder. He wanted to capture this man alive and drag him back to his tent like a dead dog to show that woman.
Look, how cute is a man who lives like a dog? It's a pity... It's a pity that the two have never competed openly...
His eyes passed over the worshiping people on the other side one by one, and his heart suddenly trembled: Have you really never competed?
That Song general personally led the dead soldiers forward to resist the enemy. This person was standing alone at the end of the bridge. Then he must not be an ordinary Song person. This person must be a high-ranking official of the Song people, and he is very likely to be the person in charge of this team. If
He was, then, taking so many people in a large circuitous circle to avoid the death traps they set and allowing these people to escape. After so many days of battles of wits and courage, did they really not compete with each other?
A flash of dissatisfaction flashed in Brother Yelvxiu's eyes. Not only did that man compete with himself, but he also competed with Empress Xiao and hundreds of thousands of Khitan troops. He won. Although he died, the final result was: He
Win!
Many people on the other side were still crying and praying. At such a close distance, if an arrow was suddenly ordered to be fired, some Song people would definitely be shot to death. But...is this move meaningful at this time? The bridge was broken, and he still had his sword.
Is it necessary? The scimitar was inserted back into the scabbard with a clang. Brother Yelvxiu sighed and turned his horse away.
At this moment, he heard waves of exclamations... No, not exclamations, but cheers. Waves of cheers came and went, like huge roaring waves. The country was roaring, how loud of cheers did it take to hear this?
Brother Yelvxiu was surprised and turned his horse. Looking back, he saw countless people on the other side jumping up and cheering, but he didn't understand why the Song people on the other side were cheering.
At this time, some of his soldiers were standing on the river bank, pointing at the water and shouting. Brother Yelvxiu came back on horseback and looked intently into the river. He couldn't help but be stunned.
A man was walking up from the river step by step, holding on to a rope. Whether it was due to the collision or the rush of the river, the spiked arrow on his shoulder had disappeared. There was blood spilling from his shoulder. He was pulling the man who was half submerged in the water.
The bridge cable came out from under the river, and he was walking onto the bridge step by step, covered in water. (The shaped bridge deck was washed away by the water, making it very difficult for him to walk on the bridge.
Brother Yelvxiu took the bow in his hand without thinking, and put an eagle feather on the string. All the Khitan warriors standing by the river with their reins and horses looked sideways at their commander, and the people on the other side even raised their hearts.
It reached the throat.
Tang Yanyan, who was originally crying, suddenly saw Yang Hao walking out from the bottom of the water. He laughed and jumped for a while. Then he noticed the movement on the other side and was so frightened that he stood on the shore and just shouted a warning to Yang Hao.
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Yang Hao felt like he was standing on a bridge during a severe earthquake. The turbulence was not very obvious to others, but he only realized how hard it was when he stood on the bridge. If he didn't concentrate at this moment and use all his strength to hold on to the bridge ropes, he would not be able to do it at all.
I can't stand still, so I can't even notice what others are shouting.
If it rains continuously for several days and the bow and arrows become damp or watered by rain, the bow string and the glued parts will be affected and cannot be used. However, the arrow pot has a cover, and the bow is protected in a cowhide case all the way. It will not be used until it is taken out.
He only suffered from this burst of rain, and the impact was not great, so his arrows could still be used.
The string was pulled open, like a full moon. The arrow in Brother Yelvxiu's hand was steadily aimed at Yang Hao's vest.
The other side became quiet, and after a moment there was a louder sound. This time, the sound was directed at Brother Yelvxiu. Everyone was roaring, but Brother Yelvxiu remained unmoved. He only had the arrow in his eyes.
There is only one person in his heart. As long as he lets go now, the man on the broken bridge will never survive. Although the rain, wind direction, and wet eagle feathers will affect the accuracy of the arrow, Brother Yelu Xiu is still very sure of the arrow.
Pierce his heart and kill him.
The people on the other side stopped shouting, and the soldiers under Brother Yelvxiu did not shout for support. Only the continuous rumble of the waterfall upstream came. The man on the broken bridge did not look back, and was still struggling to climb up step by step.
Climbing is like walking on a crescent moon that is half submerged in water.
Brother Yelvxiu saw him kick off his water-filled boots, step on the bridge with his bare feet, and walk step by step to the shore. The drizzle fell on his bow and arrows, and the white arrow feathers condensed into droplets.
Like the crystal tears of a daughter’s house.
The bow is still like the full moon. It is a hard four-stone bow. It is rare in the world to keep this posture motionless for so long, but Brother Yelvxiu did it. His hand was steady and seemed not to move, only gradually climbing up with the man.
The figure slowly moved up toward the shore. The closer to the bridge, the smaller the vibrations became, and the man climbed faster.
At this moment, several Song soldiers suddenly jumped off the bridge head and rushed over, holding hands and using their bodies to protect Yang Hao tightly. The bridge deck was
It was tilted, and they couldn't protect it so well. Yang Hao's head was still exposed, and Brother Yeluxiu was still very sure of shooting him. But when he saw this scene, he couldn't help being startled, and then laughed loudly: He took a fancy to
The woman she fell in love with, and the man she fell in love with, was indeed worthy of being his opponent.
In the midst of laughter, he put the bow back on his shoulder, and the arrow was thrown to the ground lightly.
"Let's go!" Brother Yelvxiu didn't hesitate anymore, picked up the reins and leaped on his horse, then galloped towards the grassland. Three thousand cavalrymen turned their horses and followed him. In the time it took, there were no soldiers and horses on the other side, and no trace of their swords or guns.
Yang Hao climbed to the end of the bridge, and when he looked up, countless hands stretched out to him. Yang Hao subconsciously raised his hand, and he didn't know who he was holding, and he was dragged ashore like a cloud and mist.
As soon as he touched the ground, cheers resounded throughout the night. Countless people rushed towards him and hugged him one by one. Yang Hao couldn't even see their faces clearly. He could only feel how hard they hugged him and how he felt.
When they arrived, they were filled with joy, so they happily hugged them one by one...
"Eh? What's wrong with this one...this hair, these chest muscles, this waist, this feel..."
Subconsciously, he pinched the waist of the Sanruo Pai wasp that was as thin as a willow, as soft as boneless, and as tender as tofu. There was a sweet cry in his ear. Yang Hao hurriedly turned around and took a closer look. His smile was filled with tears.
Two gorgeous clouds of light were flying over her beautiful face that was both happy and angry, but it wasn't that old mother...ah...Yanyan!
