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The black cloud approached and suddenly cracked like fish scales.The iron harrier army is unstoppable, and it is coming to annihilation.Chang Ding, the commander of the Huaiyuan Cavalry Battalion, raised his spear and suddenly urged his mount to charge straight at the enemy.

"Follow me to death!"

Amidst the deafening shouts, a thousand cavalry troops from Huaiyuan ran out, and in an instant they had joined the Xixia Iron Harrier Army.The cavalrymen of the Iron Harrier Army were all wrapped in heavy armor, only the eyes under the helmet were exposed. The heavy iron spears were more than ten feet long and weighed more than [-] kilograms.Although the Huaiyuan cavalry army was already a heavily armored division in the Song camp, compared with the iron harrier army, it was decisive.During the desperate charge, often the spear point in his hand has not stabbed the opponent, but the enemy has already penetrated deeply into the chest.One rider rushed to the ground, followed by the latter, like a raging wave hitting the shore, creating a layer of blood waves in the boundless ink sea, and breaking a gap in the fish scale array of the Iron Harrier Army.

Thousands of lives were sacrificed in a sudden, just to let the rock-like enemy formation crack this thin gap.

The horn blew in the distance, the formation of the iron harrier changed, the gap slowly closed, and at the moment when it was about to disappear, Sang Yi roared, "Come in!", and led a thousand broad sharp light cavalry to rush into the iron harrier army like the wind Among them, Zhan Zhao and Qing Cheng also followed.

It's like breaking into the dark night, with gunfire and blood in all directions, without seeing the sun.Zhan Zhao kept urging his horse, held Zhan Lu tightly, and the sword wind passed by, cutting off the attacking spear points one by one, and slashing with all his backhand, the heads of the two iron harrier soldiers were already in different places.He turned around to look at Qingcheng, and saw that her horse was slowing down slightly, and she swung her sword obliquely, piercing through the armor, and piercing an enemy cavalry.

"Don't love to fight, let's go!"

The long whip was like a thorn, and he slammed on the horse's back, and the two steeds were like dragons, galloping through the iron forest like flying.

As the sky brightened, Guangrui Qingqi rode out from the iron harrier army.More than half of the battalion was lost, but the remaining [-] riders, like a sharp dagger, went straight into Dangxiang's army.The tens of thousands of Dangxiang Shengsheng troops never expected that the Song army could break through the iron harrier formation so quickly, and they were thrown into disorder in a hurry.Taking advantage of this chaotic moment, Sang Yi led more than a dozen Guangrui riders, and rode up from the side mountain path, climbing towards Shizi Peak.

Suddenly the trombone blared, and Sang Yi was startled. Looking back, he saw thousands of heavy stones falling from the air to the mountain path, just like a shower.This time Xia's army came in a big way, the five armies came together, and even the Poxi army came together.The Poxi army is in charge of throwing rocks into the formation, and the formation is no more than [-] men.Each of them had a camel, and heavy rock-throwing equipment was set up between the humps. Under the order, thousands of stones were sent out at once, and there was no armor left where the stone rain fell.

Sang Yi has been on the battlefield for a long time, but he is not disturbed even though he is shocked.He jumped up, jumped off the mount, and hid under the horse's belly.All I felt was darkness before my eyes, rocks falling down, horses neighing wildly, and screaming.When the dust and smoke subside, Sang Yi jumps up, only to see the whole body of the beloved horse twitching, which has become a fatal injury.Looking back, there was no one around him. Just now, Guangruiying's rider either died under the rock, or fell to the bottom of the cliff, and he was nowhere to be found.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, threw down the iron mace in his hand, and picked up a Song Ying army flag that fell from the rider's hand from the ground. In the rain of stones, with a bow and an arrow on his back, he climbed forward and finally stood on the cross. Between the peaks and the corners of the cliffs.

The green flag was soaked in blood, and ignited like a blue flame in mid-air, fluttering and fluttering, guiding the vitality.

"Breakout from the Southwest!"

Ren Fu pointed directly at the direction of the flag, and with an order, the spear battalion and crossbowmen formed a square formation, and the infantry brigade of the Chinese army also pressed forward, and they were all involved in the Xia army formation.

Holding an iron whip in one hand and an iron mace in the other, Ren Fu rushed forward on his horse, smashing the brains of an Iron Harrier soldier, and shouted loudly: "Enter life, retreat to death!"

There is no retreat, it is life and death!

Iron armor and sharp blades, spear points and arrowheads, impact and trample at the moment of death and life, screams and roars in despair, melted this barren river into a hell on earth.

Seeing that the Iron Harrier Army couldn't completely devour the Song camp's central army for a while, the formation changed again, spreading its wings like iron pincers. Hand-to-hand combat, a melee.Sang Yi was condescending at the waist of Shizi Peak and guided by flags. Although the enemy and ourselves were very different, the advances and retreats of the Song Army's various formations were converging, and they were struggling to support them all the time.

At this moment, Zhan Zhao and Qing Cheng are still trapped in the formation of Xixia's capture and survival army, struggling to attack, unable to get out.Suddenly, the southern camp of the Dangxiang Army was surging, and a strong crossbow team came oncoming, with about 50 people.Amidst the sound of tuk-tuk, the crossbow was startled, and the arrows were fired at the direction of Sang Yi between the cliffs.Sang Yi's station was more than ten zhang away from the bottom of the river. Although the crossbow arrows were in a hurry, they slowed down when they shot in front of him. Sang Yi's army flag rolled up and rolled aside the rain of arrows.

Zhan Zhao looks up and sees Sang Yi supporting himself alone. Although he is safe for a while, he will be in danger eventually.He was extremely anxious, but he couldn't think about it for a while.Suddenly he heard the sound of chi chi, and a burst of crossbow arrows came towards him.He hurriedly waved Zhanlu to block it, but heard a shrill neigh beside him. It turned out that Juying was shot through the neck by three crossbow arrows when Qingcheng sat down, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Zhan Zhao was shocked in his heart, his left hand came out quickly, before Qingcheng fell to the ground, he held her right arm from a distance, and using his strength, he pulled her onto the back of Chasing Star's horse and sat in front of him.The two of them rode together to chase the stars, wielding their swords on both sides, resisting the crossbow arrows shot from all directions, and reluctantly retreated temporarily to the bottom of the cross peak cliff.

Qingcheng looked back and saw Jueying lying on the ground, and was instantly trampled by the cavalry of the captured army, turning him into a mess of flesh and blood.Recalling the two years of companionship day and night and the feeling of traveling together, she felt extremely painful in her heart, and tears filled her eyes instantly.

The sound of tuk tuk sounded again, and the party's strong crossbow team aimed at Sang Yi again, and shot towards the peak of the cross.Qingcheng wiped away the remaining tears, put Chunjun backhand into the scabbard around his waist, and said to Zhanzhao: "If the army flag is lost, all armies will be destroyed. I have a body armor of sky silk, and I am not afraid of crossbow arrows. You help me go up the cliff to help Sang General!"

Zhan Zhao knew that the two of them were riding together at this time, and they were deeply trapped in the enemy's battle, and they were close to death.The top of the cliff is high, and it may be easier to support than the bottom of the valley for a while.But the current situation is changing rapidly, if they are separated suddenly, it may be like floating sand falling into the sea, and it will be difficult to reunite.He suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms from behind, and for a moment he couldn't bear to let go.

Qingcheng looked back, and smiled faintly with tears in his eyes: "I'll go up and see what's going on. Just wait for me nearby, don't go far away."

Zhan Zhao looked deeply into her eyes, finally nodded slowly, and whispered in her ear, "Be careful!"

He let go of his embrace, put his left hand on Qingcheng's shoulders, and his right hand grabbed the armor belt around her waist, vomited his inner strength, let out a low cry, and pushed her body towards the cliff.

The cliff is extremely steep, and there are very few concave and convex places between the walls.With the power of Zhan Zhao's throw, Qingcheng leaped up, stretched three feet straight, put his hands between the cracks in the rock, and borrowed his strength to rise again, like a swallow in the rain, leaping up the cliff amidst the sky full of crossbow arrows.

Sang Yi had already seen Qingcheng, he waved his long flag, rolled away a bundle of crossbow arrows, and pulled her up the cliff.

Holding the flag in front of him, he laughed loudly: "The princess is so excited! Afraid that Sang will be alone here?"

Qingcheng saw him alone on the precipitous cliff, with undiminished pride, life and death had long been ignored, and then turned around to look, only to see the thin snow in the mountains, with white awns looming, and the Xia army covering the river, engulfing the generals of the Song camp like a black tide.The various units of the Song Army fought to the death in the tide, but it was obvious that they were powerless.Her heart was agitated, grief and indignation intermingled, her breath fluctuated for a while, and she could no longer speak.

Sang Yi stopped laughing, and looked around Chuandi: "Princess, you came just in time, and I just need to slow down. Help me hold this military flag!"

Qingcheng took a step forward, took the flag in his hands, but saw Sang Yi take off the Wuji bow from behind.Holding the bow in his hand, he took out more than a dozen longevity arrows from the quiver with his right arm backhand, and put them between his right fingers. With his eyes flashing, he aimed at dozens of bannermen in each formation of the Xia army.

The bow is full like a moon, and the string moves continuously.In the rush of clanking, the arrows kept flying through the wind and snow, and went straight to the bottom of the river.Every time one was shot, a Xia Jun bannerman was pierced through the throat and fell to the ground.Sang Yi ran out of arrows in an instant, he took the arrow backhand and shot again, and then repeated, without stopping for a moment.The flags of the Xia Army's formations suddenly lost, and the formation could not help but slow down. The Song Army's various departments finally won a moment of respite.

Sang Yi shot three rounds, and when he raised his hand to take the arrow again, he suddenly paused.When Qingcheng looked back, he saw that there were only four long arrows left in his hand.

Four arrows merged into one, gathered in his rough palm, the arrow shaft trembled slightly, blood was dazzling.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched sound of drums above the peaks on the east side of the valley, shaking the peaks continuously.When the Xixia army heard the sound of the drum, they were all shocked, the sound of killing suddenly rose, and the violent air rose straight up.

Qingcheng stared at the opposite peak.The snow is so misty that it is difficult to see clearly, only a black king's tent can be seen, with a sharp top like a sharp edge, shining with golden brilliance.

Xia Zhu Li Yuanhao actually appeared in front of the battle to supervise the battle in person!

Qingcheng felt the blood all over his body rushing to the top of his head.Her hands trembled, and she could hardly hold the heavy military flag anymore.Sang Yi stepped forward suddenly, and retracted the three long arrows into the quiver, leaving only one firmly embedded in the bowstring.

The distance between the two mountains is hundreds of feet, which cannot be reached by bow and arrow.But Sang Yi slowly raised his long bow, pointed it under the king's tent, and drew the bow string fully.

The black iron bow twisted and rattled in his hands, and the moment it was about to break, the Longevity Arrow flew off the string and melted into the snow, never turning back.

Knowing the ending, but making no regrets.

String shock.Qingcheng turned her head suddenly, and saw that the bowstring of Wuji was scattered at both ends of the bow handle, which had been broken by Sang Yi's strenuous shot.

Sang Yi looked up to the sky and smiled, tears streaming down his face.

He went forward and tied both the longbow and the quiver to Qingcheng's armor, and knelt down in front of her on one knee: "Sang Yi, princess, please come down to the peak! Please carry the infinite bow and longevity arrow on behalf of Sang Yi." Return to Bianjing and send it back to the Holy One!"

Qingcheng stood with tears in his eyes, and slowly shook his head: "If you go down the peak, please join us."

Sang Yi shook his head and said: "Sang Yi was ordered by the Commander-in-Chief, as long as there is a soldier of the Song Dynasty in Sichuan, Sang Yi will not go down this peak."

Qingcheng resolutely said: "Since that's the case, Qingcheng will accompany the general here."

While he was speaking, dozens of long arrows shot from the bottom of the cliff.Qingcheng was startled, let go of the army flag, and raised his sword, pure Jun Hanmang swayed, cutting off all the arrows in the future.Looking at the feet from a distance, it turns out that the Xixia strong crossbow team has all removed their machine crossbows and replaced them with strong bows and long arrows in order to shoot Sang Yi.

Sang Yi stood up, picked up the flag under his feet, shook it away, and said sharply: "The princess still doesn't understand? This is the place where Sang Yi's bones are buried! I will be buried with you!"

With a heavy palm, he pushed Qingcheng's shoulder: "Sang Yi bid farewell to Princess! Take care, Princess!"

Qingcheng was standing on the edge of the cliff, concentrating on resisting the long arrows shot down from the mountain, but when Sang Yi pushed her, she couldn't stand still, and with a cry of surprise, she slipped down the cliff wall.While falling sharply, she gritted her teeth and swung the sword backhand, Chunjun plunged into the cliff, sparking a little bit of green light.Taking advantage of the momentum of her fall, she raised her arm and pulled out Chunjun, and pushed it up the rock wall with one palm, borrowing strength in the air, and after a turning point, she had already landed on the bottom of the river.

She staggered back a few steps and looked up, Sang Yi was still standing between the cliffs.

More than a dozen cold and sharp long arrows pierced through him, nailing him firmly to the cliff.One of them pierced through the helmet and plunged straight into his skull.His eyes were full of blood, he stood without kneeling, his hands were clasped tightly, the green flag was curled up, and the bloody flag fluttered, pointing to the southwest.

Qingcheng felt that her despair and grief could no longer be suppressed, a mouthful of blood gushed out from her chest and melted into the snow and sand.With her sword propped on the ground, she managed to stand still, and looked at the bottom of the cliff in a daze, trying to find Zhan Zhao's figure, but she saw horses neighing and figures everywhere, all of them were Xixia soldiers, and a group of bumping sons was coming towards her.

These son-in-laws were originally Qiang Han slaves who had been captured by the party. In order to survive, they fought for the Xia army, just like walking dead.They formed a team of a hundred people and surrounded Qingcheng, intending to surround her to death.

She stumbled, walking in the formation of the son of the bumper, Chunjun slashed and pierced, the hilt of the sword was soaked in the blood of the enemy, and he was about to let go.During the fight, she turned around and called out sadly, "Zhan Zhao, where are you?"

The mountain is silent, the valley is heartless, and there is no response.

All that came rushing towards us was heavy armor, streaks of blood, and screams, and it was hard to tell if it was the enemy or me.

Before taking a step, the corpses of Song and Xia soldiers were already lying on the ground.Armor clothes overlap, blood pools in one place, overflowing the Arakawa.

The bloody atmosphere around her almost suffocated her.She barely held back the urge to vomit, ran and staggered, calling over and over again: "Zhan Zhao, where are you?...Where are you?"

During thousands of hisses, she burst into tears, her voice became lower and lower, and in the end, she could no longer breathe.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a war horse lying on the ground.Startled in her heart, she dodged a spear coming from nowhere and rushed forward.

It was a Xuanlong horse, the horse's abdomen had been pierced by a spear, its guts were smeared, its body was stiff, and it had been dead for a long time.A teardrop, still hanging between the eyelashes, was crystal clear, reflecting her blood-stained clothes.

Chasing stars.

The world seemed to collapse at this moment.Qingcheng stood there stupidly, not knowing where she was.Not far away, a Xia Jun bumped his son and ran towards her with a knife, but she didn't realize it.

With a flash of cold light, the long knife had pierced through the armor, fell on her shoulder, and was instantly bounced off by the sky silk armor under her clothes.Qingcheng felt a pain in his shoulder, and suddenly woke up, and when he waved his hand blankly, Chun Jun had deeply pierced the man's throat.

That son bump is a young man, only fifteen or sixteen years old.His delicate face was distorted impressively, his maroon eyes were frozen in horror, and he stared into Qingcheng's eyes in despair, as if he had known him before.His throat trembled, tears came to his eyes suddenly, and he hissed with the last of his strength.

"Sister, I... I'm going to die..."

Qingcheng pulled out his sword in horror, and the young man fell to the ground, dying immediately.

Qingcheng backed away in a daze, and with the sound of hooves behind him approaching, a cavalryman from the Captured Survival Army charged directly.Before she could turn around, she was hit hard on the back by the hammer in his hand.

This blow was so heavy that it shattered the armor on her back. Although she was protected by the inner armor, it pierced her heart.Under the severe pain, she swung her left hand with the back of her palm, and several sky-returning needles came out, nailing all of them on the face of the captured army.The man let out a miserable cry, fell off his horse, and the hammer rolled to the side.

Snow flakes fell on her eyebrows and shoulders.Want to cry, but no more tears, want to call, have been silent.

She staggered a few steps forward, only to feel that her whole body was like ice, burning inside, no matter how hard she was to support herself, her knees finally gave way and she fell forward.

The snow falls on the flat sand, the clouds and mountains pass away, and the soul returns to rest.

It should be a good night's sleep.

Before her body touched the ground, a pair of arms had already embraced her tightly and hugged her deeply.

"Allure!"

She reluctantly opened her eyes, and vaguely saw the blood-soaked military uniform, the armor lingering around her body, and the fine bloodstains on the Zhanlu blade.

His voice came from the ear, burning and hurting, but Shen Yi still persisted, turning the hustle and bustle outside his body into peace in his heart.

"I am here."

Her heart suddenly relaxed, she closed her eyes, and let herself fall into his arms, unable to wake up again.

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