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Volume 1: Yan Yun Chaos Volume 3: Bending the Sky Chapter 173: Banquet at Hongmen (15)

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    In Feiyuan Castle, blood splattered.  +¡ôDing+¡ôPoint+¡ôXiao+¡ô said that Wei Dagong led nearly 500 horsemen and horses, all of whom were selected elites from the Western Army.  Although the troops Yang Keshi once again selected were not as capable as the elites who had been trained in large-scale bloody battles under Xiao Yan's command in terms of horse fighting and even large-scale field battles.  But the foundation of the Western Army was the decades-long offensive and defensive war with Xixia along the Hengshan Mountains.  Even the cavalry troops were rushing to fight in the loess terraces of Shaanxi and Gansu. They often had to dismount and fight on foot to capture forts and strongholds and pull out checkpoints one by one.  The Xixia army and horses are more about fighting to the death around the key points of these mountain passes.  When a strong attack failed, they launched a sneak attack at night.  The fighting style of the two sides in the mountains is already extremely familiar. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the more than 500 knights, a hundred more warriors were selected. Taking advantage of the unprepared situation of the defenders, they suddenly rushed into the fort. It was already a sweeping force from the beginning!  Hundreds of soldiers wearing half armor and no robes rushed into the fort.  Just move toward the firelight and silent conflict.  There was a small team of three or four, as fast as tigers and leopards, armed only with long knives, and they would chop or stab anyone they bumped into.  Those drunken bastards who were sitting by the campfire screamed and stood up to resist, but there was no time.  Before they even found the weapons, a dozen sharp long knives were surrounding them and chopping them up.  These exclamations and screams turned into screams in the blink of an eye!  But Wei Dagong just took the lead and rushed towards the buildings in the fort with the brightest lights.  More than twenty sergeants formed a sharp formation and followed him.  These are more than twenty people.  Except for the long knife.  Everyone also carries a crossbow.  At this time, they all tore off the crossbow machine, holding a knife in one hand and holding the crossbow machine upside down in the other. With two wooden feather short arrows in their mouths, they just followed Wei Dagong's back and rushed toward the building where the real Jurchen was!  The fire swayed around him, blood splashed everywhere, and screams tore through the night sky.  The soldiers of the Song Army silently circled and attacked in the fort like night owls, surrounding the panicked Zahu and immersing themselves in killing them!  The firelight reflected on Wei Dagong's face, and the shaking shadows made the contours of his face appear extraordinarily deep.  And his eyes were full of evil aura!  I didn¡¯t expect that this time I attacked Feiyuan Castle at night and succeeded in one fell swoop!  In the building, someone finally flew out.  This core building in the fort should originally be in the shape of a small fortress.  The stone platform is the base and the rammed earth is the wall.  It rises two or three stories upward, like a tower.  ??And this watchtower cannot open windows, it just has perforations through which arrows can be fired.  There should be trenches around the watchtowers.  Then on the top of the two or three-story watchtower.  Then a tall watchtower was erected, which could be used for observation during war.  He also used flags to mobilize and command the defenders including Feiyuan Fort and Shanxia Military Village.  Such a building is naturally extremely uncomfortable to live in. It is damp and cold, and the sunlight is difficult to enter.  By this time, the towers in Feiyuan Fort had long been bulldozed, and the trenches had been filled up until there were no traces.  What is built on the one-foot-high stone platform is purely in the shape of a residential house.  There are doors and windows, and the defense is almost zero.  When Wei Dagong came closer, the building became quiet. After all, the Jurchen Tatars were no more than a sloppy bunch. When they realized something was wrong outside, they immediately put out the lights and looked for weapons and armor everywhere in the building.  Prepare to rush out and fight the incoming enemy to the death!  When Wei Dagong was approaching, these Jurchen Tatars were almost wearing armor and holding soldiers. Then the door suddenly opened, and several figures flew out!  In the light of the fire, Wei Dagong saw that these figures were half-naked daughters of the Han family, who were thrown out by the Jurchen Tatars.  If the enemy comes and fires a barrage of bows and crossbows first, let these poor daughters be used as shields first!  Wei Dagong suddenly retreated, holding the sword in his hand, and shouted: "Cring!" His subordinates, who formed an arrow formation behind him, immediately spread out to both sides, put the arrows into the slots, put the crossbow at their feet, and bent down to cock the bow.  Compared with the usual speed, it is three points faster!  The figures of several women fell to the ground, motionless in the night.  Obviously he couldn't live before that.  Wei Dagong didn't care about hurting their lives at all, he just stared at those houses with wide eyes.  And beast-like shouts suddenly broke out, and more than a dozen Jurchen Tatars rushed out from the door and window, wearing armor, holding swords, with red eyes and breathing the smell of wine.  The person in charge was none other than the Jurchen Pu Liyan who was guarding Feiyuan Castle. While moving, he was limping, but he roared the loudest and attacked the fiercest!  "This Pu Liyan was injured in the leg in the previous battle and had considerable military exploits, so he was allowed to stay at Feiyuan Castle to maintain the situation temporarily.  It is regarded as a reward for him.    Who can imagine that when tens of thousands of Song troops were defeated in the Weishui River Valley, and tens of thousands of other Song troops were firmly blocked in the east.  The Jurchen West Route Army was galloping across the east half of the river, moving forward in all directions, and even wanted to go straight into Shaanxi territory.  Feiyuan Castle, as peaceful as Mount Tai, suddenly encountered an enemy attack!  They arrived silently in the middle of the night, killing all the people outside with screams and screams. They had no ability to resist. This incoming enemy was still an elite!  Pu Liyan knows very well what the consequences of losing Feiyuan Castle will be.  If you can't repel these enemies at this time, death will be a cheap thing.  When Pu Liyan rushed out regardless of his leg injury, he saw a young Southern Dynasty general standing in front of him, sneering at him.  Then suddenly he became short.  Behind him, a row of crossbows were raised, and then there was the sound of teeth being fired.  Dozens of stars in the fire suddenly grew in size right in front of your eyes!  A louder scream suddenly sounded.  The Jurchen Pu Liyan was hit by four or five arrows.  The Song Army's refined crossbow machine fired at such a close distance with almost no missed shots!  Even though he was wearing armor, he was still pierced by the short arrows of wooden feathers and steel clusters.  Several Jurchen Tatars who rushed out from the left line suddenly fell half short and fell to the ground, or flipped backwards.  But the Jurchen Pu Liyan froze on the spot, staring blankly at the several small holes on his chest, and blood suddenly spurted out from between these small holes.  After a row of arrows passed by, all the soldiers of the Song Army dropped their crossbows and drew their swords and stepped forward.  Wei Dagong's body had already been tense like a bowstring. At this time, lightning flashed out and the long knife passed through.  Pu Liyan's head immediately rose into the sky with a rain of blood!  Along with the blood rain in the sky, Wei Dagong roared: "Let go and kill!" All the sergeants responded loudly, whether they were rushing towards the Jurchen Tatars in front of them or those who were desperately surrounding and killing the miscellaneous people.  Amidst such roars, the bastards only cried out in despair, and some even knelt down and kowtowed desperately in begging for their lives.  But the Jurchen Tatars, inside and outside the building, made the sound of dying struggles like wild beasts!  The soldiers of the Song Army kept swarming up and blocked the door and windows. As long as there were Jurchen Tatars who wanted to rush out, they would chop and stab them with their knives.  The others picked up their crossbows, cocked them, and fired indiscriminately into the house.  The two sides pushed back and forth at the door, and the soldiers of the Song Army were repeatedly stabbed over by spears thrust out of the doors and windows.  And soon there will be soldiers to fill their positions.  The rest of the archers used the time that their brothers had bought with their lives, and kept on stringing their crossbows, and kept firing their crossbow arrows into the building that was already filled with the smell of blood!  The resistance of the Zahus is coming to an end. The combat power of these drunken and completely unprepared Zahus is really not that high.  After being surrounded and brutally killed, nearly half of them were killed or injured in the blink of an eye. Those who were lucky enough to survive climbed out of the fort wall and fled, fearing that the murderer behind them would catch up again.  And some people whose thoughts are really inescapable are more sporadic than others. They just kneel down and beg for their lives, kowtowing like garlic.  And the Song army had no time to deal with them. Only one or two people watched them with swords, and the rest rushed towards the building where the Jurchen Tatars were occupying.  ¡°These miscellaneous men watched blankly as the Song army fired arrows around the building, and watched as both sides slashed and stabbed each other at the door and window openings.  The shouts of killing from both sides shook the sky!  Wei Dagong rushed forward several times, but was forced back.  I have to say that although the Jurchen Tatars guarding here made mistakes in their usual guard posts, they were forced into such a desperate situation and still fought and resisted until the end. Such tenacity and bravery made Song Jun's teeth itch with hatred and his eyes were blood red.  !  Seeing that the Song army could not get in for a while, the Jurchen Tatars who were fighting with trapped animals in the room became louder and louder, all yelling in Jurchen language.  The more he beat me, the more ferocity he aroused!  Amid the shouts in Jurchen language, a woman's sharp voice was heard: "Master, set fire!" The sound of weapons clashing was loud, the shouts of killing were fierce, and the screams of the injured were heartbreaking.  Schizophrenia in general.  There was a frenzied noise surrounding this bloody building.  Even if you want to give orders, you need someone to raise their voice.  But in the midst of this madness, the clear and sharp voice of this woman actually reached the ears of every Song Army soldier present!  This girl's voice, when she is at peace, when whispering to her lover, should be delicate and graceful, and extremely weak.  But at this moment, it is indescribably sharp and determined, and it also has a third degree of prayer!  How many people's eyes turned to Wei Dagong, but Wei Dagong's face was as tight as iron, and he shook his head: "Throw all the torches in! Burn the motherfucker!" How many sergeants immediately rushed to the bonfire, throwing one after another  The burning torches will come over, like rain of fire from the sky, and throw them at the heavily besieged people.??Building.  Sparks flew everywhere, and the Jurchen Tatars were burned by the rain of fire and screamed!  Spear after spear blocked the doors and windows and stabbed them desperately to prevent a Jurchen Tatar from getting out.  The crossbow was still firing.  The torches continued to fall, and the wooden building burst into flames in an instant.  The Jurchen Tatars who were blocked at the door and unable to get out of the conflict were caught by the fire and burned like human flesh torches in the blink of an eye!  The fire was blazing and rising into the sky.  Reflected in the night sky.  " Wei Dagong solemnly dressed himself and bowed to the scene of the fire.  (To be continued) PS: The efficiency of coding in the hospital is extremely low.  It¡¯s still past twelve o¡¯clock, so readers please continue to read¡­¡­¡­¡­.  .  
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