Wei Dagong suddenly leaned over the mercedes and roared suddenly: "Enemy attack!"

The two words were just out, and another rain of arrows swept through, hitting the stones wrapped outside the mercedes. Sparks burst out in the dawn before the darkness.

There were also unstoppable screams and screams on the fort wall. Although it was in the dark, because the firelight in the fort wall was reflected, the shooters were all elite. In this round of arrow rain, most of the more than ten soldiers on the fort wall were shot over, and few people could escape!

Wei Dagong's roar suddenly shocked the entire castle. The soldiers in the castle who were so tired that they could hardly straighten their waists and could even sleep while walking were immediately as if they were stabbed by needles. They all folded their energy and shouted loudly to respond, and ran towards the castle wall!

Some generals even shouted loudly, except for the fort wall that suddenly encountered the enemy attack, they also dispatched troops to catch up with the alert on several sides.

Fortunately, Wei Dagong's troops were considered a rare elite in the Western Army. In the past two years, they were taught by the former general Yang Keshi step by step. Although Xiang Yifang had many defeated troops, the most combat-capable one was Yang Keshi's troops. Xiao Yan valued the most the two or three thousand cavalry of Yang Keshi's troops.

Although he ran for a long distance and fought hard when he attacked the fortress, he was already exhausted at this moment. But once the alarm was issued, the army would still do his duty and the soldiers would move forward!

On the other three sides of the fort wall, the soldiers who were originally sleepy leaning against the trunk jumped up at this time. In addition to holding a crossbow and arched to guard the situation, someone immediately went to reinforce the attack.

In the fort, the rescued people were also alarmed by Wei Dagong's enemy attack. They started crying and stood up and ran away randomly. An old man with a stubble face roared: "Run away! It disrupts the morale of the army. If the fort is broken, everyone will die. All the mothers will be honest with me!"

This shout shocked the people of the Song Dynasty who had been suffering from chaos. A strong man who had jumped the fastest and moved the most agile. Hearing the old man shouted, he turned around and looked around and was preparing to fight. He looked at the corpses of Hu, and the buildings that buried the Jurchen Tartars that were still burning.

He also shouted with red eyes: "Shiko. Let's not fall into the hands of the Jurchens again! We can also use our strength to carry stones and arrows!"

Seeing the soldiers moving when they heard the police, they ran around quickly. When they were attacked, some people screamed and fell down, but they were still not at all panic. They were just ready to fight to the death. If someone took the lead, these tortured people all shouted, and then stood up and moved the military supplies and equipment piled up in the fort and snatched out of the burning warehouse. They had to transport them on the wall of the fort regardless of life and death!

The old man rubbed his hands and murmured: "This, this..." Before he finished speaking, the old man stomped his feet hard, crossed these people, and ran towards the fort wall desperately.

At this time, a gentle female voice seemed to be heard in Feiyuan Castle, vaguely the fierce woman who shouted and set fire at that time.

"Don't fall into the hands of the Jurchen Tatars anymore, fight with them!"

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After two rows of feather arrows, hundreds of Jurchens surged out of the darkness, and rushed towards a fort wall that was not warned by too many people and was swept away by their two rounds of arrows!

Feiyuan Fort has not been repaired and added for a long time. Although the foundation was built and the military tensions of the border areas in the early Song Dynasty, the towering steamed rammed earth is the base, and the fort wall wrapped in huge stones is still strong. Even if it is bombarded with a seven-shot cannon or even a nine-shot cannon, it is not easy to open the gap.

However, the auxiliary defense facilities have long been deserted, and the trenches outside the fort were almost filled. There were no obstacles such as bamboo sticks in Luzhai. Moreover, on the wall paper of the fort, there were cracks everywhere, and the caves taken out by birds and mice for a hundred years were almost the size of a head. It was almost an easy task to climb up. With this weakness, Wei Dagong and others immediately climbed into the unsuspecting Feiyuan Castle!

Hundreds of Jurchens were selected as nimble and fierce men. Everyone wore light armor and fur hats, and their bodies were tied up so tightly that they could not be tighter. Everyone had their faces twisted and ferocious, but they gritted their teeth tightly, without making a sound, and with only short weapons, they were straight under the thin castle wall, and they climbed up like flying!

In the darkness behind, there were dozens of archers standing, all of Jurchen archers who had strong bows and could shoot off the branches. These archers only emitted two rounds of arrow rain, almost sweeping away the guards of the Southern Army on duty on the wall of a fort. Now they were all pursing their arrows, turning to their wings, and staring wide-eyed waiting for the Southern Army who came to help from the fort walls on both sides to be exposed to their sight.

In the burning fire in the fort wall, you can vaguely see figures rushing from the castle walls on both sides. In the darkness, you can hear the trembling sound of bowstrings. Wolf-toothed feather arrows flew out, and you can see the figures rushing over immediately caught arrows, and then disappeared on the castle wall with a scream!

Pucha Wulie stood beside this group of shooters. He was the only one of the Jurchen soldiers who were sneaking into Feiyuan Castle, wearing bulging heavy armor. But as he walked around, the heavy armor weighing dozens of pounds seemed to be a piece of paper on his body. A long-handled hammer with a grown iron hammer was also randomly fiddled with like a lamp grass in his hand.

He touched Qingyouwei's scalp and looked coldly at Feiyuan Castle that was climbing straight for his son.

As a Jurchen general, Pucha Wulie was led by him. Zong Han assigned more than ten Moukes under him. However, the number of people who were selected for him to return to the rescue was only four or five hundred horses. Needless to say, they were all elite among the elites. Needless to say, the Southern Army, even if they met the Jurchen army, Lou Shizhi, who was famous for his combat power, Pucha Wulie believed that the elite troops he selected were also powerful!

On the way back to Feiyuan Fort, Pucha Wulie discovered the flames of Feiyuan Fort from afar. He immediately judged that the Southern Army had taken the lead and attacked this vital place first. At that time, when Pucha Wulie led his army to advance westward from here, he also knew that there were too few horses left by Feiyuan Fortress, and it was reasonable to be attacked and seized by the Southern Army if he was unprepared.

At that moment, Pucha Wulie couldn't help but praise the Southern Army that escaped from the Weishui River Valley. The defeated army was so active. Not only did they escape from Lou Shi's advance, but they could also attack and seize such important points immediately. They could also succeed in one fell swoop.

Since this is the case, the Southern Army, which could not even be cleaned up in Lou Shi, would let someone come to cut off the chance of their life that they had taken to the death!

In front of him were more than a hundred elite soldiers covered by dozens of sharp shooters to compete for Feiyuan Castle, and at this moment, a faint shouting of killing suddenly sounded at the foot of the mountain. This was another group of troops distributed by Pucha Wulie to compete for the three military camps at the foot of the mountain. Although the troops were not large, they were all elite. They were approaching and suddenly broke out, and they were also lightning-thunder!

Seeing that his athletes were about to climb up the fort wall along the crack, and under the control of the sharpshooter, soldiers from both sides of the aided soldiers were shot and fell down. Pucha Wulie smiled grimly.

No matter how hard you dogs struggle, they will eventually bury their bones near Yifang! The thirsty bones are the proof of the power of our Jurchen army! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: I have been in a state of confusion recently and my mood is extremely depressed. The day before yesterday, I suddenly suffered a leg injury and bleeding for hundreds of cc. I felt that my luck had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and I was almost about to collapse. But I still gritted my teeth and cheered up.

Do things well! Make yourself better! Write well! Live your life well! Keep your promises! Wait for the slim hope!

I dragged my injured leg that I couldn't bend and tried to write some words. Although it was not enough to repay the disappointment that I brought to everyone during these times. But Oscar has indeed tried his best and will work hard to write in the future!

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Chapter completed!