Meng Zhu assaulted forward, arrows ahead were like rain. He lowered his head and protected the door. The huge Modao knife face blocked his head. He would only be servant when he heard the sound of the crossbow breaking through the air.

He fell to the ground and waited for the roar of crossbows and arrows to disappear, he stood up from the ground again, step by step, and advanced forward.

Behind him, more Modaomen followed. This time, they dispersed their formation and no longer formed a dense and neat team. Looking at Meng Zhu's movements, they actually met.

Meng Zhu's armor junction was filled with feather arrows, and after several dozen steps forward, the armor-breaking arrows produced by the Mongolian archers were finally able to penetrate his armor, but it was just breaking the armor, which was very difficult.

It caused too much damage to Meng Zhu. Meng Zhu was like a thorn, with long and short feather arrows hanging deep in his body, and his chest wall was right in front of him.

A Mongolian soldier bravely jumped out from behind the chest wall. They knew that an ordinary saber could hardly cause harm to the guy in front of him who was covered in steel, so everyone was holding a hammer, iron bones and so on.

Heavy weapons. These people jumped off the chest wall and rushed towards Meng Zhu as they howled. They could not let this monster destroy the chest wall, nor could they let him rush in.

Meng Zhu was holding a Mo knife and slashed in the air. A Meng Jun who had just jumped off his chest wall was swung into the air. Two pieces of corpses fell to the ground, still twisting, upper legs, twisting their hips, and turning.

The waist, the mob, circled around like a windmill, and the screams were connected continuously. The Mongolian army jumped out without any obstacles to Meng Zhu for a moment.

Meng Zhu accelerated, sank his shoulders, and a rumbling sound, smoke and dust flew, and he knocked apart the wall of his chest. In the sky, Meng Zhu rushed into the opponent's camp. The sword rose and fell. He shouted wildly. "    " Zuo Chong

Pushing right, behind him, a large group of soldiers rushed into the camp through this gap.

More Mo Daobing rushed up, imitating Meng Zhu's appearance, and rushed to the chest wall, and the infantry behind him opened the attack channel.

Seeing more and more soldiers rushing into the opponent, Huo Zhenting smiled on his face, and it was over! In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, his side with the help of Mo Dao Hand will steadily grasp the victory.

"He Zheng!"

"I'm here!"

"Take your cavalry and block the periphery and prevent a Mongolian army from escaping. Now I will repay the evil deeds they committed in Luning!"

"yes!"

On the battlefield less than a square kilometer, nearly 20,000 people were crowded together, fighting for life. At first, you could hear the sound of shaking screams. Later, the sound of shouts gradually subsided. Only the wars and wars were heard.

The sound of the war was in full swing. Both sides had their eyes red, blood splashed, and their limbs flew everywhere. The fire was blazing. One big tent after another was lit, turning into a fireball, surrounded by five thousand men

The army was compressed into an extremely narrow range at this time.

It seems that the God could not see such a bloody scene. It was sunny in the morning. At this time, it was already covered with clouds and strong winds. The wind rolled up sand and soil, and hit everyone in a scattered manner. Just after noon, the weather actually became dark.

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Huo Zhenting looked up at the sky, and with a bang, a little coldness dripped on his face, "It's going to rain!" he said to himself in a low voice.

.    .    ” "Everyone, press on!" As soon as he destroyed the war horse, Huo Zhenting picked up his spear and ran to the battlefield.

The Mongolian army had been broken up. Under the assault of Mo Dao Hand led by Meng Zhu, the entire defensive formation was cut into several pieces, and was intertwined by the Zhengbei Army. After biting off one piece, he immediately turned to another piece.

Just like a round cake, it was bitten to pieces at this time, leaving only the one at the center of the circle. Of course, it was also the place with the strongest resistance.

Lin Ya is there! Hundreds of jingling soldiers gathered around him. Lin Ya, who was surrounded by groups, tried several times to attack the enemies surrounding him and rescue those subordinates who were in trouble, but every attack would be

After blocking it, the opponent seemed to know that their group of people had siege and siege them, and was determined to annihilate other parts of the enemies first and wait until the end to deal with them.

Seeing the Modao team appearing in front of him one by one, Lin Ya knew that the final attack was about to come, and on the periphery, the sound of fighting was gradually getting smaller, and further away, there were cavalrymen.

The horse chased the Mongolian army that had been lucky enough to break out and slashed them one by one on the field.

Five thousand people disappeared like this. Lin Ya closed her eyes and held back her tears, but it was not flowing down.

Modao Hand, array.

Iron shield soldiers, array.

Spearmen, swords and shields, arrays.

Teams of soldiers rushed over from all directions, surrounding the last battlefield like a bucket of sky.

"Zhengtu    Chapter 624: Death in a battle" The spear is like a forest, the blade is like a háo, and the iron shield is like a wall.

Huo Zhenting appeared in the front row of Mo Dao Hand, pointing at Lin Ya, "Lin Ya, you have lost all. Surrender!"

Lin Ya looked at Huo Zhenting, without saying a word, but slowly raised the saber in his hand. With his movement, the last hundreds of remaining soldiers raised the bloody saber in their hands at the same time. They had already

The feathered arrows in their arrow bags were gone, and at this time, the saber had become their last weapon.

"Why do you have to do it!" Huo Zhenting shook his head and sighed. Lin Ya would not surrender. He knew it well, but he had to say it routinely. If this guy could surrender, it would be of the political significance to the Northern Army.

When it's too big, Lin Ya is the prince and the two emperors of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. If he surrenders, the blow to the morale of the Mongolian Yuan will be unparalleled.

Unfortunately, Lin Ya didn't know this! He would rather die in battle than become a prisoner of the Northern Expedition Army.

Lin Ya held up his sabre and roared, and rushed towards the most difficult Mo Dao Hand in the Northern Army.

This is asking for death!

Huo Zhenting stood still, Meng Zhu pointed at the front of Mo Dao, and rows of Mo Dao hands rushed up, and rows of Mo Dao raised them and fell down at the same time.

Huo Zhenting closed his eyes.

With a thud, there seemed to be a water cabinet in the sky with its bottom plate open, like a splash of water, and heavy rain poured down. In a blink of an eye, there were only raindrops like curtains in front of me, and it was difficult to see a figure within ten steps.

"Zhengtu" shouts, fighting and screams came from the rain. From time to time, broken limbs would fly out of the rain curtain and hit the erected iron shield heavily, although the heavy rain would be like

, but the water flowing on the ground is red.

Finally, everything returned to silence. Meng Zhu staggered out of the rain and moved step by step to Huo Zhenting. Behind him, the soldiers of the Modao Team appeared one by one tiredly, one team after another in Huo Zhenting's vision.

Among them.

"Report to the general, the Modao team is fortunate to be humiliated, and wiped out the remaining enemies and killed the enemy general Lin Ya!" After saying this, Meng Zhu fell to the sky and fell into the blood with a loud bang.

The soldiers on both sides ran out, raised Meng Zhu, rushed up with the military doctor, took a quick pulse, turned to look at Huo Zhenting: "General, General Meng is not a big deal, but he was injured many times and lost too much blood. In addition,

Due to the loss of strength, there is no worries about life. After a few days of rest, you can recover. The only problem is that the injury on your left foot is a bit serious."

Hearing that Meng Zhu had no worries about life, Huo Zhenting breathed a sigh of relief. In this battle, the 2,000 Modao team members were almost half lost. If the leader of the Modao team was broken, the governor would definitely not have a good face.

It's right.

"Help down and treat the child, let General Meng raise a good job. Next, there is no need for the Modao team to take action!" Huo Zhenting mobilized the horse and walked towards the battlefield ahead.

The final battle was solved by the Modao Team, and the scene was a bit terrible. The Modao Team was a powerful weapon used by the Great Yue to deal with the Meng cavalry. Using them to deal with infantry was indeed a waste of talent. In the end, the Mongolian army had almost no corpses.

All of them were divided into several pieces, and the internal organs and flesh were covered with flesh, and they were drenched in the heavy rain. Even veterans like Huo Zhenting felt that their stomachs were overturned and almost vomited.

When he came out, soldiers bent down and vomited loudly, their faces were extremely ugly.

The rain slowly weakened, and Huo Zhenting strangled the horse and looked at the two broken bodies lying not far ahead of him. They were Lin Ya. He was cut from his right neck by a strange knife.

From the left neck to the left flank, the man and the armor were neatly split into two sections, the helmet rolled aside, his eyes widened, and his face turned pale.

"Put him back to Xingling and hand him over to the governor. This is the highest-level Mongolian general who has been killed since the war between our Northern Army and the Mongolian Army. This will greatly boost our morale and heavy

The attack on the Mongolian Yuan." Huo Zhenting turned over and dismounted, walked to Lin Ya, and bowed to him, "Although we are enemies, I also admire your courage to die." He squatted down and reached out to gently

Put on his eyes wide, straighten his body, and strode towards his army without looking back.

"General, are we going to Huining immediately?" He Zheng caught up with Huo Zhenting and asked.

Huo Zhenting reached out and wiped the rain on his face, "What a panic, let the brothers rest for two more days, let Heinke play in Huining for a few more days, I will wait until they have no food before they will appear in front of them.

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When Lin Ya was annihilated by the entire army in Luning, Heinke finally appeared under Huining City. Seeing the current Huining, Heinke breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Huining left them.

Huining has completely changed its appearance. Under the city, a trench more than ten meters wide was dug out. The ditch was filled with sharpened wooden stakes and bamboo thorns. The originally flat city was full of obstacles, and the deer antlers and horse-resisting layer was blocked.

In the few passages, there were dense iron caltrops, and the cold light shining upwards. Looking up at the city, rows of crossbow arrows flashed with faint cold light. Above the city, flags were waving, and soldiers were waiting for the battle. Obviously, they had already been waiting.
Chapter completed!