After the carnival, he was not sleepy, and even more excited. The steel knife he held in his hand couldn't help but tremble. With a warm skylight shining from the clouds, he felt endless power.

His name is He Congfeng. When the Jurchen invaded the south five years ago, he was the garrison of Bianliang. However, his past was no longer so important. In the offensive and defensive battles on the city wall, all his brothers were gone, and even his only brother fell off the wall. My mother also died after hearing the bad news and cried and blinded her eyes.

So, he had nothing left, and he had this life left.

Sitting in the tent, he didn't go anywhere, constantly rubbing the blades with cold light. Most of his companions around him were doing the same thing. Occasionally, some people stuck their heads out and looked out, thinking that they heard the drums, but later they were not, so they couldn't help but sit down again with some disappointment.

Among them, they were extremely similar to He Congfeng's encounter. Most of them were veterans who had survived after Wu Rui's army was crippled and some soldiers from generals named Huang Xin were reorganized and had a new name.

...

Dong

The first drum beat sounded, He Congfeng got up and lifted the curtain to look at the sunlight rising into the sky, took a deep breath, and then spit out, the sound rising.

"Beiwei"

More than ten figures behind him picked up weapons, their eyes were firm and full of heat. They opened the curtains and walked out one by one, shouting: "Kill!!"

Dongdongdongdongdong

The drum beats began to hit densely, and countless people began to gather together in an array. He Congfeng brought his brothers in his tent to flow over, becoming an inconspicuous splash of water in the huge wave.

The strong wind blew across the school ground, countless people's cheeks, braziers set up, heat waves rolled, and burning flames swayed. On the platform, the tassels of helmets were stroking in the gentle wind, walking with a tall figure with a golden head (mouth second sound), and the red cloak was dragged on the ground.

"After five years... practicing day and night, today we finally stood on the land of the Jurchens. Today we will take back the lost land from them. Today we will take back the backbone that was not broken from them... Today... tell them that Han men should not be bullied."

When the gentle and calm face said this, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he slowly put the golden helmet on his head, and his voice became loud: "The arrow that shot the enemy is already on the string, killing the head of the enemy chief and establishing the spine of our Chinese people."

With the golden helmet buckled, thunder swept across the sky: "Die in one battle, heroic souls will be in the northern border."

"Die in one battle"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Thousands of soldiers raised their weapons and roared with all their strength. Countless blades slapped the shield. The iron cavalry looked fierce and held the spear on the ground. The sound was like thunder blew up above the camp, which did not dissipate for a long time.

The general jumped off the platform, turned over the horse, and bowed: "Yue Fei, please ask all the soldiers!"

Then the camp gate was pushed open, and the horses were rushing out first, and the ground was shaking and roaring. Tens of thousands of infantry archers moved slowly, maintaining a tight formation and began to move towards the field.

Wow~

~Woooooooooooo

The desolate oxen horn sounded at the sky, which was the Jurchen war mobilization signal being issued. A black straight line on the horizon was moving like a wave, countless Jurchen flags were waving in the wind, and the square formation of infantry formed a huge wall at the front of the middle, and the elite Jurchen cavalry separated on both sides and leaned back.

The huge battlefield of more than 100,000 people on both sides was like wind and clouds mixing together, becoming chaotic and uneasy.

He Congfeng stood in the team, tore off the corner of his clothes and tied the steel knife to his hand, tightened his teeth tightly, and stared at the huge army opposite the huge battlefield in the distance. He tried the grip in his hand.

Very good unless the hand is broken.

The sky shone brightly, and a message was ordered to run between the square formations, and the sound was loud: "Prepare to meet the enemy" the sound of the war drum sounded from the camp behind, becoming more and more urgent.

The battle trumpet was also sounded in the Jurchen army, and several infantry formations in the middle began to slowly come over. Here, there were signs dancing, and the generals holding double maces kept moving slowly in the rhythm of the war drum.

The archers lined up behind both sides began to squeeze, raised their arrows and pointed at the sky, and the commanding knight waved the flag: "Prepare!!" The tight sound of the tilted bowstring squeaking.

The next moment, the sky was filled with rain of arrows, and dense arrows drew through arcs, colliding with the arrows rushing straight to the opponent, or falling through the infantry formation covering the enemy's advance.

Ping Ping Pong Pong...

The iron arrow was nailed to the shield wrapped in iron, like heavy rain hitting the banana leaves. Buzz! The figure who was caught in the arrow immediately fell on the way forward, and the steps behind quickly followed, and the raindrops slowed down for a moment.

He raised the shields above his head and flipped them down, and countless figures waved their steel knives and shouted heart-wrenchingly, taking crazy charges and rolled them towards the enemy like a craze.

The war begins at this moment.

He Congfeng was hit by an arrow on his leg, and broke it while charging, and then he drilled it into the Jurchen infantry formation that was approaching. Countless weapons collided, shouted, and screamed sounds mixed into his ears. The moment of the collision, he seemed to be pushed by someone, rolled on the ground, and did not get up. He waved his knife on the spot and stamped a person's calves, revealing white bones, and the blood splashed out on his face.

The fallen Jurchen soldier waved his sword and slashed wildly on the ground. Then, a steel knife was inserted into his neck, pulled it to the left, cutting his head with only a layer of skin and connecting it, and he was completely dead.

He Congfeng got up from the ground with half of his body stained with blood. On the battlefield around him, the crowd had already piled up, and the weapons were colliding wildly, cutting into the flesh and blood.

A few years ago, he was a general and schoolmaster, and even further forward, he was a soldier, stuffing money and women, slowly moving to a high position. He had never had a real battle on the battlefield. Occasional training could make him tired like a dog. But later, the Jurchens came. For the first time, he stood on the city that had guarded countless days and nights and waved his blade with the most terrifying enemy. The brothers died, the younger brother died, and the old mother could not stand it in the end.

Looking at the battle sea of ​​people fighting, the battlefield where blood and viscous breath rushed, he had never waved his steel knife so eagerly.

"Never been"

He shouted angrily, blood seemed to burn in his body, and he poked out a knife and stabbed into the belly of the figure ahead. The blood splashed out. The man screamed and roared and held his blade with his back hand. When his fingers fell into the blade, he raised the steel knife with his other arm. He Congfeng kicked the Jurchen soldier out with a kick. The knife was also pulled out of the other party's belly, and rolled on the ground with half of his intestines.

"Hahaha...haha... This knife is for my dead brothers!"

He Congfeng laughed hoarsely, his ferocious eyes turned to the figure that rushed over, and swung his sword and opened the slash. The man staggered back for a while. He screamed "ah" and rushed up like a possessive person, and spun the other person's head off his neck with one knife.

"Ho...ho...this knife was for my brother..."

The comrade rushed over from him, then ran over and threw himself into the flesh-and-blooded grinder, disappearing. He Congfeng was still smiling, but tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Kill the Golden Dog"

He roared and rushed up with the disappearing figure.
Chapter completed!