It was a joke that the cavalry of 60,000 to 70,000 can't take more than 20,000 infantry.

Yelu Renxian was furious and could not lose no matter what!

He dispatched two more teams of 10,000 people to press up from the right wing. He personally supervised the central army and attacked from three sides at any cost. The Liao soldiers were like a tide, endless, and did not give the Song army a breathing time.

Gradually, from the original square formation, it was pressed into a dumbbell shape, with both wings sunken inward. If the Liao soldiers on the left and right wings successfully met, the Song army would be completely cut off, and there would be no suspense in this battle.

It happened that at this time, the right wing collapsed.

A section of the carriage wall was broken through by the Liao soldiers, and those standing behind were Yelu Chongyuan's subordinates.

These people were not very motivated. When they saw the Liao soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, they retreated after a few attacks.

"Damn it!"

Murong Qingchen was thunderous, "Yelu Chongyuan, is this your elite? They are all trash, waste!"

He was scolded to lose his temper, and the elder Chong Yuan could fry eggs even when his face was on. At this time, Yang Wenguang took a deep breath and angrily shouted: "How can you be rude to Your Majesty?"

His Majesty?

A pheasant emperor, what is he?

Murong Qingchen wanted to say a few bad words, and Yang Wenguang glared at him fiercely.

"You are all guarding the central army here, I will go over to rescue."

"ah!"

Liu Yu and Murong Qingchen were both startled and said quickly: "You are the commander of the three armies. How can you take risks with us? Let us..."

"Stop talking!"

Yang Wenguang resolutely stopped them, "Your subordinates are all new recruits. Although they are good at training, they have never experienced a bloody battle in life and death. In the end, they can't stand it! I must let me do it!"

After Yang Wenguang finished speaking, he raised the spear in his hand and 300 Yang family soldiers quickly assembled.

The youngest of these people have been struggling on the battlefield for more than ten years, fighting Li Yuanhao in the northwest, and quelling the chaos everywhere. They have almost no choice but to fight. Everyone has countless scars on their bodies, and they are truly veterans who have lived for the rest of their lives.

"Brothers, come with me!"

Yang Wenguang led 300 people and decisively came up to fight against the Liao soldiers.

The spear in his hand was even more terrifying than the monster python. No Liao soldier could resist the Yang family's magic spear. He rushed left and right, as if he had entered a state of no one, and rushed the Liao soldier and turned over.

The Yang family soldiers behind followed closely, and a long sword appeared in their hands.

Back then, Old Lady Zhe passed the Modao sword technique to Wang Ning'an. Since the Wang family mainly attacked the cavalry, there was no training, but Wang Ning'an was not idle either. He asked the craftsmen to study it. After paying a bounty of 100,000 yuan, he finally made a Modao.

Compared with the complex process in the Tang Dynasty, the resurrected Modao used high-carbon steel and water forged. Although the quality of the knife is not as good as that of the Tang Dynasty, the cost has been reduced a lot.

Wang Ning'an was not sure how powerful Modao was, so he gave Yang Wenguang 300. It happened that Yang Wenguang was defeated in Lingnan and lost the Yang family.

He learned from his mistakes, selected the soldiers of a hundred battles again, and personally taught the Modao's tactics. After some hard training, he really saw the results.

Facing the surging Liao soldiers, they were calm and calm. When the Liao soldiers rushed to the front, they raised the Mo Dao and suddenly criticized it. A Mo Dao shone with a dazzling cold light and slashed down instantly.

The Liao soldiers' armor was split, their muscles and bones were broken, and blood was flowing wildly. Even the war horses could not withstand the power of the Mo Dao and were chopped to the ground.

Yang Wenguang was overjoyed and immediately greeted the soldiers and bravely moved forward. They faced the Liao soldiers and launched a counterattack when the number of people was weak.

Every step was trampling on the corpse, blood staining their armor red, and there was pungent blood everywhere. They became more and more brave as they fought, rolling forward, and the forest of strange swords was like the sickle of the god of death, constantly reaping lives. The Liao soldiers died, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen ghosts.

Yes, they just saw the ghost!

Mo Dao, who has been lost for hundreds of years, has actually been resurrected!

This knife once slashed a prosperous Tang Dynasty, and this time, it was no exception!

Faced with the aggressive Song soldiers, the Liao soldiers could only fight and retreat, and kept fighting with bows and arrows.

Yelu Ren had a presumptuous plan and he was crazy.

Once again, the troops were added and they were killed again. At this moment, the Liao soldiers on the battlefield had reached 60,000, and they were constantly attacking. The entire square formation, especially the right wing, and the Chongyuan troops were in charge, were full of dangers.

Yang Wenguang had to act as a firefighter again and again. Whenever they appeared, the Liao soldiers were frightened and fled in panic.

Hehemodao team, Xiongxiong Yang family general!

It is definitely an undefeated legend on the battlefield.

But they are also humans. They wore heavy armor and waved the Modao weighing nearly ten kilograms. After fighting for an hour, their arms weighed more than a thousand kilograms. Every time they raised and slashed, they challenged the limits of human beings.

When everyone felt that they could not fight again, facing the Liao soldiers, they could still wave the Mo sword again and again and again and kill their opponents again and again... Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around Yang Wenguang, with only less than one hundred soldiers left in 300 pieces. More than one thousand Liao soldiers died in their hands.

It was entirely up to the Yang family soldiers to support the entire front line, but no one could tell how long they could last... Maybe they would be defeated by the Liao soldiers in the next moment, or maybe they would never fall down. This is the Yang family general!

...

"Can't wait any longer, it's time for us!"

On the black war horse, an old handsome guy grabbed a bronze mask and put it on his face.

Di Qing, behind him are five thousand Jingshi Iron Cavalry.

The reason why Yang Wenguang led his troops to rescue Changping was to attract Yelu Ren to fight first. Di Qing was lying dormant beside him, waiting for the opportunity to fight.

He only has 5,000 people, and only one chance!

To rebuild the Jingsai Army, the soldiers have put in countless sweats for today, and it is time to gain.

Di Qing was the first to rush down the hillside and rushed towards the rear of the Liao soldiers.

Yelu Ren discovered the Song army first, and a shrill horn sounded from his team.

"Enemy attack!"

Yelu Ren had to send troops to stop Di Qing again, but the elite troops in his hands had already been sent to deal with Yang Wenguang, so he had to let the last 3,000 follow him and kill him.

The two men collided without any pause.

Di Qing trained soldiers, unlike the Wang family's iron cavalry, and they did not adopt the fence-mounting tactics. However, these soldiers were equally fierce, and Di Qing was the most ferocious.

As the number one strong general of the Song Dynasty and a handsome man who is usually gentle and elegant, when he arrived on the battlefield, Di Qing was the well-deserved king and a complete madman.

Especially recently, he got a magical horse, Wari Horse. No matter how busy Di Qing is, he has to take at least an hour to wash, feed, take a walk, and chat... That's right, he treats this little black curly as his son, uh no, he is even more kissing than his son!

This time, the small curly hair carried Di Qing and rushed down, one man and one horse, like lightning. They crashed into the Liao soldiers. Di Qing waved the sabre in his hand, and saw a cold light, and the two Liao soldiers' heads flew into the sky.

Facing Di Qing, no one could stop him from walking. The knife in his hand reaped life. The irritable little curly hair was not willing to be outdone. He stretched out his big mouth and kept biting the ears of the opponent's war horse, biting it bloodily and neighing.

The little curly hair was so proud that Di Qing could even feel the excitement of the war horse.

good!

Let's kill one with great pleasure!

Di Qing was like a black lightning bolt, tearing the Liao soldiers apart. The subsequent Jingsai Iron Cavalry followed Di Qing closely and widened the gap Yelu Renxian's personal guard could not stop the Jingsai army, which was like a wolf and a tiger.

"Kill him, kill Di Qing!"

Yelu Renxian shouted wildly, "Who killed Di Qing, rewarded 10,000 yuan!!!"

The Liao soldiers mustered up their courage and rushed towards Di Qing again. A strong man raised his mace and smashed it to his head.

At this moment, the saber in Di Qing's hand had been curled. He had no time to change it. He lowered his head and flashed over the mace, reached out and grabbed the handle of the mace, threw the saber out with his other hand, just stabbing the big man in the throat.

Di Qing had an extra mace in his hand, and he danced, and the Liao soldiers were even more defeated in a battle.

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

...

The soldiers of the Jingsai Army shouted loudly, their voices were like thunder. The more they killed, the more they became more and more energetic, and their momentum became more and more powerful.

When Di Qing smashed the last head, there was no Liao soldiers in front of him.

All of them, including Yelu Renxian, turned around in a panic and avoided the edge under the escort of soldiers. Yelu Renxian swears that he doesn't want to run away, but he really doesn't have the courage to fight Di Qing.

The man in the mask seemed to have endless light shining all over his body. Anyone who faced him would be pale and powerless and could not raise the courage to fight!

The No. 1 God of War in the Song Dynasty!

Well deserved it!

Di Qing made a concerted effort to disperse the Liao soldiers. The Liao soldiers who were still besieging Yang Wenguang also knew that the retreat was being raided, and they turned around and fled.

From evasion to retreat, from retreat to defeat, from retreat to defeat, avalanche-like defeat!

The Liao soldiers fled wildly, and Yelu Renxian was also swept away. He was like a small boat, and could only follow the flow on the sea and could not control the direction at all.

Di Qing and Yang Wenguang met successfully. How could they miss the opportunity to take advantage of the victory and chased them hard. Along the way, they were defeated soldiers of the Liao Kingdom, with all kinds of weapons, armor, tents, horses, and people, thrown everywhere.

Di Qing chased after 30 miles in one breath and killed him at Juyong Pass.

This majestic city of passes into the hands of the Song army, and the gate leading to Youzhou from the Xijing Road of Liao Kingdom was closed again. Di Qing finally smiled and felt relieved.

"We won half of it!"
Chapter completed!