The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 642

If you lose your life, you will lose your life. Who cares whether you have boasted or not, so your chest slapped, and you uttered bold words in a loud and unambiguous manner.

Yang Lin was overjoyed, the frontline fighters are so confident, it seems that the winning rate is very high.

After entering the big tent, Yang Lin first glanced at the sand table in the middle, which marked the position of Song Jun.

Yang Lin glanced roughly, and was about to inquire about the details, when suddenly there was a chaotic noise outside, as well as the howling wind.

Everyone in the tent, including Yang Lin, pulled out the sword hanging from their waists and rushed out of the tent.

A gust of wind blew, almost knocking people down, rolling sand all over the sky, causing Yang Lin to close his eyes.

"It's okay to kill less, it's a big wind!"

Han Shizhong dragged him back to the tent, spit a few mouthfuls of sandy saliva, and said, "Sir, at the turn of spring and summer, there is often a strong wind blowing here. It used to blow over the camp before, but it has subsided a little these days." Time, I never thought it would blow up again today."

Yang Lin's heart is fuzzy, with the lessons learned from senior Wang Mang, he has to pay attention to all natural disasters.

Traveling through time to change the course of history is going against the sky, and there may be some doom.

That Wang Mang's death was too unjust, even after a thousand years, meteorites falling from the sky cannot be resisted by manpower.

Seeing that Yang Lin was silent, Zong Ze thought he was frightened. He was afraid that this Taoist leader would do the same thing as the former emperor Zhao Ji, who delayed the military situation because of natural disasters. Strong wind, this is an ordinary celestial phenomenon, don't worry about it if you are young."

Everyone in the tent was dusting off their bodies, but Yang Lin remained motionless, thinking about setting up an altar to worship the heaven and the earth.

He didn't hear Zong Ze's words at all, he just knew that this person seemed to have said something.

Yang Lin nodded casually, and agreed, "Understood, everyone, don't panic. Although the wind is strong, if it blows, I will also blow the thief. It will also be uncomfortable for the Tartars."

At this time, the sky above the top of Mayu Mountain was grayish yellow, and the strong wind was like a huge wave, rushing towards a group of cavalry walking slowly in the wind and sand.

The strong wind came from behind, and the dark red helmet was flying in the wind, the fine iron helmet was rustling from the sand and stones, and the golden carapace was also crackling.

The scenery a dozen steps away was blurred in the dust.

Holding the spear in his hand, Yao Pingzhong stood in the wind and had to squint his eyes.

"Thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves!" After cursing three times in a row, Yao Pingzhong turned around and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

In this battle, I got the news in advance and ambushed a Tartar food transport team, but I didn't expect to be stopped by the wind and sand.

In this kind of weather, I dare not pursue without authorization, for fear of being ambushed by Lou Shi.

Fortunately, they all have iron armor on their bodies, so they are not afraid of being injured by sand and stones.

Just a few years ago, the Western Army couldn't gather so many armors.

The cavalry in iron armor are all the elite of the elite, guarding the commander at all times, and will not take them out until the last moment.

Now, the standard configuration of the entire Western Army is two sets of armor.

The weapons in his hands are all handy, and there is no shortage of salary. Being a soldier is enough to support a family. You don't have to think about anything else every day. You can practice in your spare time and fight in wartime.

Even the elite Western Army in the past has made great progress now. It is a small number of people who can fight the Jurchen Tartars in the wild.

Yao Pingzhong returned to the camp covered in yellow sand with a gloomy face. Immediately, his own soldiers stepped forward and said, "General, the young master is here. He is at Han Shizhong's camp on Mayu Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Yao Pingzhong quickly asked, "Master, who did he come with? Wu Jie or Liu Kai?"

"It's Zong Ze, Liu Kai seems to have arrived, and General Wu Jie is still in the Baiyu River area."

Yao Pingzhong clapped his hands, wiped his ashen face, and said, "After waiting for so long, I'm tired of fighting, and finally I'm going to start fighting! Somebody wants to beat Wanyan Loushi, throwing away his armor and leaving his body in pieces." part!"

ps Congratulations to Xiao Xingxing for becoming the leader, and there is another leader, adding even more

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Chapter 7 Sharp Weapons

On the west side of Mayu Mountain, a group of soldiers from the Great Song Dynasty were mowing grass.

Mayu Mountain is lush with vegetation. Once the fire hits, the consequences of such a strong wind will be disastrous.

Han Shizhong and Zongze ordered to send a group of light cavalry to cut out a quarantine belt.

Patting the sand on his body, Hu Yantong frowned and cursed a few times, hating the hellish weather in his heart.

Suddenly, a group of short and thick armored men appeared in the distance. As soon as the two sides met each other, their swords were drawn.

When it became clear that there were not many enemies coming, all the soldiers screamed excitedly and turned their eyes to Hu Yantong.

Because Hu Yantong had turned against Han Shizhong, Han Shizhong suppressed him when he reported his credit. Hu Yantong's name was not listed in the credits of hundreds of people.

In the end, Yang Lin saw that it was tricky. Yang Lin knew about Hu Yantong's merits, so he was furious. He wrote a letter to scold Han Shizhong, and then transferred Hu Yantong to the new army of the Beijing camp to take charge of his most confidant armed forces.

These people under him are all new troops from the Beijing camp, and this is the first time they have faced the Jurchen Tartars.

The so-called "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" refers to this kind of courage. The new Beijing army has never been in contact with Tartars. Seeing that they are so small, and they are all burly men on their side, they did not treat the Jurchen Tartars. Put it in your eyes.

Hu Yantong also knew that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and now that they have encountered it, it is absolutely impossible to retreat unscathed.

With a shout, he took the lead and killed them. The others got on their horses one after another, threw away their sickles, and charged with their guns.

Hu Yantong pointed at the big gun diagonally, "Kill them, kill them all!"

The Tartars were no more than a dozen riders, and they looked like sentry riders on horseback. Seeing the Song army charging towards them, they were not afraid, and took the time to form a formation to meet the enemy.

When the sentinels of the two sides meet, it must be a life-and-death struggle, everyone knows this.

But this time the Song people seemed to be more than just sentry cavalry, there were as many as 80 to [-] people, which was far beyond the expectations of the Tartars.

Hu Yantong expected that they would flee, but he was dumbfounded as he watched the Tartars charge ahead and charge forward.

"Looking for death!" Hu Yantong roared angrily, tilted the barrel of the gun, and stabbed at the frontmost tartar.

The tartar's body was like a millstone, but it was extremely flexible. He moved and dodged on the horse's back, and the meteor hammer in his hand had already smashed down on his face.

Hu Yantong was almost lying on the horse's back, and he felt a burst of surprise in his heart. If the tartar had longer hands, his brain would be cracked by the beating.

After he got up, he no longer stabbed, but swept with his long spear.The astonishingly flexible ash rod roared with a fierce wind, and smashed at Tartar's body, knocking him off his horse.

Ordinary people would have vomited blood and died if they suffered this blow. The Tartar was covered in armor, thicker and tougher than the skin of a wild boar. He got up angrily, and jumped back on his horse with a roar.

The hammer in his hand swung around again, hitting the ear door of another Song Xinjun. The whole head was almost smashed into a gourd shape from the ear door. Although it was hit by a blunt instrument, the ear door was bloody and bloody. , the bones were all broken, and he died immediately and couldn't die anymore!

Hu Yantong's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was filled with anger, so stagnant that he could burst out at any time!

Immediately he stabbed with a gun, pulled a spear, and stabbed five or six times in a short time.