The sun slowly fell, and soon it would completely fall under Roulang Mountain to the west. Although it was late spring, the border of the north still seemed desolate and there was no sign of much vitality.

Zheng Zhi, who had just discussed the interception and killing of the Dangxiang reinforcements, stood on a section of the already built city wall. He had been here for more than a month, and the battle with the Golden Armor lasted for seven or eight days.

A large part of the city wall has been formed, with people everywhere in the construction site, including soldiers, imperial guards, wing soldiers, and Dangxiang people. People are busy everywhere. For the sake of war, human beings can always burst out with the strongest potential and creativity. Throughout human history, economy, and technology are all accompanied by the progress of war. Even the miracles created by human beings are often accompanied by war formation, just like the Great Wall.

Zheng Zhi looked at the Mi Qin brothers and sisters kneeling under him. Both of them were in a state of dismay and were at mercy. It seemed that their souls were not in their bodies at this time.

"Mi Qinzhen Nian, do you think the Dangxiang people will win this battle?" Zheng Zhi suddenly asked. Two countries and two nations have devoted their whole country to prepare for this battle, betting on the fate of the entire country and nation.

Although the girl's eyes were empty, she was not as angry as the young Mi Qin. When Zheng Zhi asked, she seemed to have returned a little. She looked up at Zheng Zhi and then lowered her head. Obviously, she didn't know what the war Zheng Zhi was talking about specifically refers to.

"You Song people provoked war and attacked my tribe. You provoked war and would eventually be punished." The girl no longer used to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens to survive like before. At this time, the girl seemed to have accepted her fate. She knew that she had no chance of returning to the original life. Her words answered Zheng Zhi became straightforward and she criticized Zheng Zhi directly.

"Do you hate me?" Zheng Zhi suddenly asked again.

"One day, your family will be destroyed, your wife will be separated, and your children will be miserable as I am." The girl did not answer Zheng Zhi's words, but just cursed Zheng Zhi, and her tone gradually became rapid.

"Hmph, you and I are just ants in troubled times, but after all, I'm just a different path. I'm here to fight to the death with your Party Xiang people just to keep your relatives and friends stable and not end up miserable." Zheng Zhi turned his body and eyes while speaking, as if he was scanning something around.

"If you don't want your wife and children to be separated, your family will be destroyed, and your family will be destroyed. How can you do this in the world? If you kill someone, you will never die well!" The girl's voice suddenly became sharp, and all the hatred that had been buried for a long time was exposed.

"Your Dangxiang will be defeated, and your country will be destroyed. One day, I will slap the Li family and destroy Dangxiang." Zheng Zhi did not respond to the curse of this girl at all. He was thinking about what he remembered in his previous life. Xixia would also be defeated in this battle, and he would be defeated and surrender.

When the Jin people broke through Bianliang, the Dangxiang people survived for a hundred years. In the end, both the Dangxiang people, the Jin people, or the Song people surrendered to the Mongolian butcher knife.

When Zheng Zhi thought of these, the vivid men around him, and looking at the tens of thousands of people around him who obeyed orders and became aware of ambition.

"You are really a fool, extremely ridiculous!" In the eyes of the girl, Zheng Zhi's ambition in front of him was really ridiculously arrogant.

A young general with only a few thousand under his command said he wanted to slap the Li family and destroy Dangxiang. Isn't this ridiculous? If the girl knew the true thoughts that arose in Zheng Zhi's heart at this time, she would probably laugh out loud on the spot.

"Haha..." Zheng Zhi raised his head and smiled, not answering, laughed very happily, and his thoughts were even more conscious.

The girl was puzzled by the long laugh. Even the walking corpse young man Mi Qin also looked up at Zheng Zhi.

"After this battle, someone asked you to hold a knife for someone and stand in front of someone's formation!" Zheng Zhi said, and turned around and left. He seemed to have figured out how to deal with these prisoners of Dangxiang.

The girl looked at Zheng Zhi who turned around and felt that this Song man was really ridiculous. Even at this time, she forgot the deep hatred of the blood sea, and only thought about how could this ridiculous Song man have such a ridiculous idea? How could the Dangxiang man hold a knife for this Song man, and how could he fight for this Song man?

But this girl didn't understand, how could Zheng Zhi's thoughts be ridiculous? How could this girl understand what she knew in her heart after seeing Zheng Zhi for thousands of years?

The Borjijin and Temujin of the Qiyan tribe defeated all Mongolian tribes and conquered all Mongolian men. After defeating the Jurchens, the Jurchens held swords for the Mongols. After defeating the Dangxiang people, how could the Dangxiang people dare to resist?

The Manchus in the white mountains and black waters defeated the Mongols, and the Mongols fought for the Manchus.

In this world, the deep blood hatred will always succumb to absolute power. Facing the sharp butcher knife, how many people will be unable to lower their noble heads?

Only absolute faith can truly face the butcher knife. However, these nomadic peoples have only three meals a day!

Even the Han people who claim to be honest and faithful, there are still many who kneel on the ground in the face of the butcher knife.

Such a world where the weak and the strong prey on the strong! Zheng Zhi slowly walked down the stairs of the city wall, looked at the iron spear carried by his personal soldiers around him, and only said in his heart: Then let’s see whose butcher knife in this world is sharper!

Roulang Mountain is more than a hundred miles east, and the strong horse's iron hooves step on the not-so-lush grass, and grass clips fly everywhere.

Looking down from the air, a torrent of steel ran on the horizon. Two thousand iron armor reflected the dazzling sunlight, followed by a thousand iron armor with slower speeds.

There were two thousand horse-riding leather armors in the distance. At this time, I heard the horse-hoofing made a big fuss not far away. The team of men and horses were in a mess and slowly gathered together.

Zheng Zhi rode in front of the formation, holding the reins with one hand and hanging them on his neck with the other, and the spear was carried on his shoulder by his personal soldiers. Two thousand Dangxiang Light Cavalry in the distance were already in front of him.

If these Dangxiang people fled at this time, most of them might be able to escape. However, these Dangxiang people still retain their inner pride and formed a formation to face the enemy. One day, the pride in the Dangxiang people's hearts would be trampled by Zheng Zhi, and it would be worthless.

Looking at Zheng Zhi again, his broken arm was hung on his neck, tied tightly to his chest, and his legs were tied directly to his horse. Just about to join the formation, Zheng Zhi let go of his right hand that was controlling the reins and took the iron spear handed by his personal soldiers.

Zheng Zhi did not shout, and the two thousand iron cavalry behind him did not say a word, just ran forward.

In contrast, the two thousand party members Xiang Qingqi shouted and killed the sky.

There are also the thousand Qingzhou soldiers who followed not far from the Iron Cavalry of Weizhou. Although they rode horses, their horses were slow, so they could not keep up with the rhythm of the Weizhou soldiers in front.

The arrows were flying for several waves, and the Dangxiang Light Cavalry fell off one after another. When the bow was fired back, they shot an arrow, and the two armies had already converged.

As soon as they joined the battle, Dangxiang Qingqi was like a wheat with a sickle, and they fell to the ground one after another. These soldiers who were herders more than ten days ago seemed to have no power to resist at all when facing the Weizhou Iron Cavalry with an equal number of people.

This is what Xiaozhong said to be the one who must reach every formation.

The two armies separated and in one round, there were less than a thousand Dangxiang Qingqi sitting on the horse.

Zheng Zhi clamped the iron spear under his armpit, grabbed the reins with his palm, and turned around. The formation was not yet completely tight, and the horse was already running.

Dangxiang Qingqi also turned around when he was hitting the horse. He hesitated for a moment and rushed forward.

The two armies split again, and there were no more than three hundred Dangxiang people left. However, they never turned around and ran straight into the distance.

Zheng Zhi looked at the escaped enemy and did not chase him, but rushed south.

A thousand Qingzhou soldiers behind him slowly rushed forward, began to clean up the battlefield, gathered up horses and weapons, and captured Dangxiang people who were lucky enough to die, but when they resisted, countless long spears surrounded them and stabbed them into blood and blood.

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It is said that today's historical texts must fail in writing wars, and farming is the kingdom. But when I write this story, it is naturally a family, country and the world. Where can I leave the war? Lao Zhu can only write this war well, which is also the starting battle for the protagonist. I don't know what the answer is, but I can only thank everyone for their support.

The Song Dynasty was full of prosperity, with a city with millions of people and a prosperous rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Since we came here, we naturally had to appreciate it. But where should the bravery of the Han people be placed, we must be able to turn the tide by the protagonist's power. We can only thank everyone for their support and tolerance.

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