Chapter 22: Hard Battle (Part 2)

Even though I knew that I had suffered a lot of casualties when I rushed up, I had to rush forward, and this was the place where Shi Wei was depressed.

If you don't rush, you have to retreat. You must know that if you retreat, it will inevitably have a heavy blow to the morale of the army. Although the tenacity of the Piss Army is not fatal, it is impossible for the Piss Army to retreat as soon as you come up.

Therefore, Shi Wei knew that the price of Piss Army would be very high when he rushed forward, but he had to grit his teeth and rush. If as he expected, when the Liao army charged another 100 steps, the Piss Army reduced more than 100 troops, and the casualties of the entire Liao army had increased to about 400 people, nearly one-tenth of the troops.

If it had been in the past, it would have been enough for the Liao army to charge twice. But now, it has not been completed in one charge. This kind of fighting style is a nightmare for the Liao army.

There were still a hundred steps, so we must not give up, we must rush. Under Shi Wei's command, the Liao army still rushed up. The overwhelming crossbow arrows were still greeted by the Liao army, and many corpses were thrown down.

Finally, Shi Wei heard the gospel and heard Wu Ji's loud order: "Bow and arrow, prepare!"

The Liao army had already rushed to the range of the Song army's bow and arrow, so it was time to shoot with the bow and arrow. Shi Wei did not care about the shooting of the bow and arrow. Although the Song army's bow and arrow were amazing, it was still difficult to shoot through the essence armor of the Seshu Army. Even if a hard bow penetrated the essence armor, it would not cause too much damage to the soldiers.

"Run! Rush!" Shi Wei was overjoyed, seized the opportunity, and rushed over desperately. What made him even more happy was that Wu Ji only heard the loud order: "Bow and arrow, shoot both wings!"

Wu Ji certainly knew that the essence of the Pishi Army was not something that the bow and arrow could penetrate. Instead of wasting the bow and arrow on the Pishi Army, it was better to shoot the ordinary Liao army on both wings. Although these Liao army were elite, their equipment was far worse than that of the Pishi Army. When the bow and arrow were exerted, many people were caught in the arrow and fell to the ground, screaming sounded.

For Shi Wei, he didn't care about the life or death of the ordinary Liao army. He only cared about the casualties of the Pishu army. Even if more than half of the ordinary Liao army were killed or injured, as long as the Pishu army was still there, there would be no problem. The ordinary Liao army shared the attack of the Converted Army, which was the best gospel for him, and he had a thought in his mind: "This Song general is a shrewd man. He knew that bows and arrows did not pose much threat to us. He used them to attack people who are not wasteful of war. This man is a powerful figure!"

He is a man who has been in the battle formation for a long time, and when he turns his mind, he understands Wu Ji's intentions.

The bows and arrows of the Converted Army were used to deal with the Liao army on both wings, and the Pishi Army was no longer threatening. When charging forward, it was like walking on the Kangzhuang Avenue and quickly approaching a lot. As long as you get closer, you can rush to the Song army formation. Once you rush to the Song army formation, it will be the world of the Pishi Army.

Speaking of chopping and slaughtering, the Pishi Army is an ancestor. The Pishi Army is a warrior with thousands of choices. He has superb sword skills and I don’t know how many heads he cut off, and he will lose to the Converted Army?

Not only Shi Wei thought so, but all the Si Shi Jun thought so.

"Pi Lie, get ready!"

Just then, Wu Ji's voice sounded again: "Take it at the Pi Shijun!"

"Pi Li Bomb?" As soon as he heard this, Shi Wei's heart tensed up. In the battle last year, the 50,000 Liao troops were defeated by Pi Li Bomb. The Liao Kingdom studied this matter, and Yelu Hongkit reminded the Liao army to be careful when encountering Pi Li Bomb in the future.

"Is the Thunderbolt bomb really as magical as blown? I don't believe it!" After a brief shock, Shi Wei stabilized his mind and was a little unbelievable that it was really so magical. The killing method of the Thunderbolt bomb has exceeded the cognition of the ancients. It is really difficult to believe Shi Wei.

Just as he turned his mind, he saw a lot of spherical things appearing in the sky and flew towards the Pishoujun: "Is this the thunderbolt? Nothing strange."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shi Wei's thoughts had just arose, and only bursts of explosions were heard, balls of fire flashed, sand flew away, and stones flew, as if thousands of thunders were roaring, which made his ear drums buzz, and he could no longer hear any other sound.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Screams sounded in the Sishu Army, people shouted and horses neighed, and war horses cried. Many Sishu Army killed and injured them. Countless minced meat, cracked internal organs, broken bones, and splashed blood were found on the ground.

The ground turned red in an instant, with blood surging, and a lot of minced meat floating on it, which was no different from the Shura slaughterhouse.

The smell of blood is everywhere, and the cracked smell of fishy smell makes people's stomach and intestines roll.

Such a tragic scene is as shocking as hundreds of demons ravaging.

"this……"

Looking at the companion rolling on the ground, looking at the minced meat on the ground, and the surging blood, Shi Wei looked in disbelief, as if he saw a demon, his face was pale, and he wanted to shout, his throat seemed to be pinching it, and he couldn't make any sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just when he was shocked, the Converted Army had no intention of stopping. The thunder bomb was thrown overwhelmed and fell into the Pisces Army and exploded. More casualties in the Pisces Army turned into broken dead bodies and wounded soldiers with few arms and legs.

The Pishi Army is the main target of the Converted Army. If you don’t take this opportunity to kill someone, then when will you wait? If Wu Ji doesn’t need to order, the Converted Army knows what to do. They all try their best to throw the thunderbolt bombs into the Pishi Army formation. For a moment, they saw the thunderbolt bombs flying in the sky, covering the Pishi Army again and again.

As the explosion sounded, more and more slim soldiers were killed and injured by the explosion. The originally neat formation was already in chaos, and some places were even more vacant. The original slim soldiers had turned into corpses, and the entire military formation became scattered.

After bombing, two-thirds of the Pishi Army suffered casualties, and less than one-third remained. This was the first time that it had paid such a high price on the battlefield of the Liao Kingdom for more than 100 years.

Thousands of Pishimen were killed and injured, and two-thirds of the casualties had not yet rushed to the front of the Guixin Army, and they had not even encountered the corner of the Guixin Army's clothes. Such a battle was the first time to be the first to be heard in the past. If Yelu Abaoji had any knowledge underground, what would he think?

"This is this..."

Shi Wei finally woke up from the explosion. He looked at the battlefield that made him palpitations. His scalp was so scared that he looked at the Pi Shi Jun. His arrogance just now disappeared, and everyone looked at him with fear. He looked at him with an elite look in his life.

"Oh my God!" Buluhua saw it and was shocked in his heart. He heard that tens of thousands of Liao troops were defeated by the Thunderbolts in the battle last year. He originally thought it was boasting, but he didn't expect that its power was far greater than rumors.

"Haha! My chance is here!" Buluhua looked at the battlefield and couldn't help but be overjoyed. So far, the strikes of the Converted Army were mainly aimed at the Pishou Army. The ordinary Liao army led by Buluhua had not been attacked many times, and the casualties were very small, less than one-tenth.

"The Session Army is already disabled and has no combat power. However, they have successfully attracted the attention of the Song army. We rushed to the Song army formation. The next hand-to-hand combat is time for me to show my skills!" Buluhua was extremely proud, and felt that this victory was only a short distance from him. He waved his hand and shouted: "Roar! Rush! Rush! Cut off the head of the southerner!"

After slapped the horse's back, it seemed as if he saw a hungry dog ​​on his bones, and rushed up to the Converted Army.

The four thousand ordinary Liao army followed him. If he fought a mere 2,500 Song army with 4,000, he would still lose? This is a stable victory, and there is no need for a reminder from Buluhua. The Liao army knew that victory was right in front of him, and they all rushed up with red eyes and swinging their scimitars.

"Modao, prepare!"

Wu Ji saw the situation on the battlefield, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. At this point, the Converted Army has achieved very good results. The Piss Army has basically been disabled and will no longer pose a threat to the Converted Army. This is a good victory.

Five hundred Mo Dao were raised high, like a huge mirror, shining in the sunlight, shining brightly, dazzling and shaking, making people unable to open their eyes.

"What kind of knife is this?" Buluhua was surprised when he saw Mo Dao. He never remembered: "No matter what kind of knife you are, just rush forward and kill, and you will lose to the timid southerner?"

The Bulu Hua didn’t know Bai Mo Dao, which does not mean that no one could know it. Shi Wei knew Mo Dao. When he saw the Mo Dao raised high, he knew that something was wrong. He shouted: “Get back! Go back! Don’t fight!”

He had his own unique features when he was selected into the Pishi Army and was still very clear about the history of the Liao Kingdom. He knew a story that was passed down by old people. When the Tang army swept the Khitan, there was a weapon called Modao, which split the Khitan army and the men and horses into pieces. In front of the powerful Modao, the Khitan army had no power to fight back, and could only give the massacre.

Although hundreds of years have passed, this kind of disastrous defeat has been passed down, and Shi Wei is the one who knows the matter. He never expected that Mo Dao appeared here again. As soon as he saw Mo Dao, he knew it would be bad.

His data was very accurate, but it was too late. Buluhua led the four thousand ordinary Liao troops to rush up, waved the scimitar in his hand, and roared like a mountain, saying that he would cut off the head of the Song army, kill all the Song army, and tear the timid southerners open their stomachs.

However, they were greeted by a wall of swords. The sound was terrifying. Blood splattered in the flash of light. Whether it was a man or a horse, the result was the same, and it suddenly turned into minced meat.

Some people split into several segments, including heads, bodies, limbs, internal organs, and their vitality is still twitching, but they are gone in human form, even the demon slaughter field is just like this.

What's even more scary is that some of the eyes on the heads were still turning, their mouths were not stopping, and their faces were incredible, as if they were asking, "How did this happen?"

The performance of dozens or hundreds of heads is shocking and shocking. Unfortunately, this expression did not last long, and it was buried by the splash of blood and surging flesh.

Five hundred Mo swords were raised again and again, and slashed them hard again and again. The Liao army that rushed to the nearest fell down like straws in rice fields for people to harvest.
Chapter completed!