Wang Bing stretched out his hand to cover the afternoon sun. Although the vernal equinox had just passed, the sunlight of the sun had become a little dazzling. His weak physical strength made him feel a little dizzy.

The pace is a little unstable.

When all things are reborn, I choose such a path of no return.

Wanyan Zonghan's attack is well-founded, and Wang Bing did not find many opportunities.

I only had these more than 3,000 military formations left. The Song Dynasty had no armor. The young man in the city just wanted to die. It would be better to arrange them into the alleys in the city.

Maybe it can realize the idea of ​​Emperor Taizong of Song Dynasty Zhao Guangyi, and use the T-line to stop the Jin soldiers from galloping?

Ahhhh!

Wang Bing spitted out a mouthful of pain, and he was shot three times.

Fortunately, the Buren armor also has double-layer cold-forged armor, otherwise he would have died if these three shots were stabbed in.

"Gurgle." Wang Bing heard the sound of his stomach screaming again. But this time it was not his, but the sound from the belly of the personal soldiers next to him.

The personal soldiers went downstairs to fight to the death, and most of them gave the share of the morning to the young and strong people in the city.

These three thousand men in Jiesheng Army! They are a hero in life! They are also a hero in death!

Wang Bing remembered this summer quatrain from Bianjing that at this moment, the three thousand victorious soldiers deserve this reputation!

They did it!

They were dead, too.

The cavalry's charge is far more difficult to deal with than expected. Tens of thousands of cavalry against three thousand infantry is enough to form a crushing momentum.

His three thousand victorious army had only more than 200 people left.

"I didn't have dinner in the morning and didn't have much strength. Can you still hold on to the weapons in your hands?" Wang Bing asked weakly.

The personal soldiers replied in scattered manner, "Yes."

"I still have the strength to raise my weapons, but do I still have the strength to kill the enemy?" Wang Bing asked a few times.

The answers of the two hundred personal soldiers were no longer scattered, and they all replied, "Yes!"

Wang Bing inspected it back and forth, nodded, and shouted loudly, "War! The battle will definitely win!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Two hundred personal soldiers slapped the swords of the ring head, hitting the military armor on their bodies, and charged forward step by step.

From the messy to the uniform sound of knocking, the sound of golden swords and iron horses was constantly conveying on the battlefield.

The defenders on the streets of Taiyuan City looked at Wang Bing's charging figure and tears fell on their cheeks.

A battle of death! Go through fire and water!

Wang Jun used his life to tell the people of Taiyuan what is life and what is death!

What is more important than Mount Tai? What is less important than a feather?

"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth, dust and earth!"

"The hero drinks all the wine in his bowl, and never looks back when he travels thousands of miles!" The intermittent battle songs slowly rang on the Fenhe Plain in front of Taiyuan City.

Wanyan Zonghan pushed all the soldiers who were catching up as if crazy. He roared, "Go! Go and kill them for me! Go!"

"No one is allowed to stay! Kill them all! All!"

The sound of war drums sounded again, and Wanyan Zonghan's black troops began to accelerate towards Wang Bing's military formation and began another charge.

This time, it's hard to escape.

Wang Bing's two hundred men rushed towards the enemy formation like an ant.

If you are a mantis armed with a chariot, you will be brave and brave in the world.

How easy is it to shake a tree by a thorn? How ridiculous is it to shake a big tree by an ants?

Standing on Taiyuan City, facing the huge Jin soldiers that were completely unfolding on the horizon, Wang Bing's pace of moving forward to death was indeed the way to death.

But this pace is so firm that it seems to move the world.

Wang Bing's figure, the figure of two hundred dead soldiers, had already begun to contact the Jin soldiers on the ground.

Nothing is joyful, nothing is hard to die, nothing is hard to do, life and death are endless, life and death are born and die, and come out of the Tao and enter the Tao. Joy and joy are all dust and dust.

Wang Bing handed out the saber knife in his hand, slashed the horse's legs, and pressed hard on the enemy's corpse. He pulled down the enemy's penis, surrounded the ring-headed knife, and cut off the head of the golden man.

After killing an enemy, he did not stop, but continued to move forward, constantly waving the Mazakui in his hand!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Only this thought was left in his mind. As a rushing man, he must be brave, otherwise the people behind him will be dispersed by the cavalry and will have no chance of survival.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Bing finally lay down on the ground exhausted.

He was tired and couldn't cut it anymore.

There were too many injuries on him, at least fifteen shots of wounds, not counting the lost blood, which was constantly taking away his vitality.

He stared blankly at the crows hovering in the sky, and he did not change the end of the death of the Taiyuan Chengpo.

How can human power overcome nature?

Of course this heaven is not a golden man.

The Song Dynasty was about to perish, but it was not because of the sharp attacks of the Jin people.

It is the corruption that perished in the Song Dynasty.

Why resist so tenaciously?

A person's death can be regarded as death or as exile.

No matter which one is, he is used to three full meals, to listen to books in the vashe, and to the treatment that the Song people who brag at the tea stalls could not accept.

He remembered that he had heard the various legends compiled by the storytellers in Vashe, and he chuckled.

Somewhat kind.

In the Romance of Washe, he composed himself into a bad guy who has never been seen in a thousand years, saying that he was the executioner of the people because he participated in the suppression of Fang La and Song Jiang.

The legend of Washe could be passed down from the end of the Han Dynasty to the Song Dynasty. I believe that the name of a treacherous minister and a bad guy could be passed down for a longer time.

I am a treacherous minister and a villain. Today, I die for the country without regrets.

In the end, I was unable to save Taiyuan City and the people.

Taiyuan City now should have turned into a sea of ​​fire. No, the houses in Taiyuan City, even the beams of the prefect's yamen have been demolished, so where will the fire still catch?

It should be that the tower was broken by the Jin soldiers, and the catapult on the Yanfeng Platform was useless because the Jin soldiers approached. Taiyuan City, regardless of age, turned into a strand of souls under the sword of the Jin soldiers.

Why do these barbaric northerners like to massacre cities?

It was the guy named Zhao Guangyi, whom he had always looked down upon, who destroyed the Northern Han Dynasty and occupied the capital, and drove away the people before setting fire to the city, digging water to destroy the city, and never doing anything to massacre.

What he resisted was this kind of barbarity.

He turned his head and looked at Taiyuan City. It was different from what he imagined. Why did the soldiers of the Song Dynasty cheer?

Sure enough, I was about to die, and they were no longer afraid. Have they all surrendered?

It was not right, because the catapult was still shooting out clay pots one by one, smashing into the Jin army formation.

Soon, Wang Bing discovered something even more wrong, that was, he was exhausted and had been lying here for a long time, why didn't anyone come to finish the fight?

Killing yourself as the general guarding the city is at least a reward of thousands of households. When did the Jin soldiers who screamed for military achievements in every battle begin to be timid?

"Wang Jundu, do you still have the strength?" A voice came, and Wang Bing frowned.

This is the voice of a Han people. If there is no accident, it should be the voice of the surrendered Song people's civil and military officers. Are they trying to persuade them to surrender?

Ahhhh!

He looked down on such a person the most, for his own survival! He ignored the people under his rule, how different is it from animals?

"Wang Jundu?" The voice gradually became clear, and it seemed that it was getting closer!

Wang Bing struggled to lift his body and used the last bit of strength to recover from rest and recover, and handed out the Mazakua knife!

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Chapter completed!